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"Ugh! This whiskey's awful."
"It's coffee."
"Oh. Good coffee."
Dr. Beckett was glad Captain Calavicci was too drunk to resist his efforts to sober him up. He needed him lucid and on his team. He just knew it.
"I know you won't remember this," Dr. Beckett said, "but, to kill time, I'll explain my String Theory..."
Captain Calavicci groaned. "Good coffee. Somebody should open a bar that just serves coffee."
"Uh-huh."
"A coffee bar. Wouldn't that be a kick in the butt?"
"Yeah."
A man sitting near them got up to leave.
The bartender called out, "'Night, Howard*."
"Good coffee."