Gav: Let's just get out of the girl's room so I can get a drink...
Gav: OOF!

Gav: Excuse me. I'm just trying to get through to the bar.
Club goer: Aren't we all?

Gav: You're waiting? Where IS the bar?
Club goer: Next room, I think. I just know that everyone here is trying to get a drink too, so the bar must be this way.

Gav: How do we know we won't be slaughtered for meat?
Club goer: So long as I get a drink first, I don't care...