I... I don't drink

Rupert Dibbs:
Listen, I want to know who you are, and I mean Right Now! Eddie Dash:
Well who the fuck are you? Eddie Dash:
Elaine? Eddie Dash:
Look, I'm Abe Fielding's BEST FRIEND asshole! Rupert Dibbs:
Oh Come on! Eddie Dash:
What, you think you can just come in here and talk to me like I'm shit? Rupert Dibbs:
You wouldn't even know Abe Fielding if you were talking to him! Elaine? Eddie Dash:
Wait, are you Abe Fielding? Rupert Dibbs:
No I'm not. Elaine? I'm Rupert Dibbs, I run Abe Fielding's business. George:
[George has been listening to the bickering between Eddie and Rupert and now pops out from where he was hiding]
Dibsy! Rupert Dibbs:
Abe? Abe! George:
You ol' duffer! Howsa the boy! Rupert Dibbs:
My God, you're back! George:
Long time no see Pal! Eddie, [George puts his hand on Eddie's shoulder] George:
I bet you thought this was Abe Fielding, huh? Eddie Dash:
yeah... George:
Well, you know how I knew he wasn't Abe Fielding? Eddie Dash:
No. George:
[leans into Eddie's ear and shouts]
BECAUSE I'M ABE FIELDING! Eddie Dash:
[Eddie rubs his ear]
Oh! Abe! Howsa the boy! George:
Fine! [looks to Rupert] George:
Come on Dibsy, give me a wet one! Rupert Dibbs:
A what? [George kisses him on the cheek] Rupert Dibbs:
Ah, ah ha! [He kisses George back playing along] Rupert Dibbs:
Well what do you expect, you run off to God knows where, you don't write, you don't let anyone know where you are going, leaving me to run things... George:
Oh, no lectures, no lectures! Rupert Dibbs:
Well? What do you expect? You let everyone think you were dead! George:
All right, all right! Come on, have a drink with me! Rupert Dibbs:
I... I don't drink