Alright, thanks a lot. Come and have a drink, mate. No thanks. Come on, have a drink! No,...

[a stranger has just given John a ride in his jeep and dropped him off at a bar] John Grant: [grabbing his suitcase] Alright, thanks a lot. Van Driver: Come and have a drink, mate. John Grant: No thanks. Van Driver: Come on, have a drink! John Grant: [wearily] No, I'm just not at the moment... Van Driver: It'll only take a minute. Come on, come and have a drink! John Grant: [angrily] Look mate, I've given up drinking for a while. Van Driver: What's wrong with you, you bastard? Why don't you come and drink with me? I've just brought you fifty miles in the heat and dust, and you won't drink with me! What's wrong with you? John Grant: What's the matter with you people, huh? You... sponge on you, you, burn your house down, murder your wife, rape your child, that's all right! Not have a drink with you, not have a... flaming bloody drink with you, that's a criminal offence, that's the... end of the bloody world! [storms off] Van Driver: Yer mad, yer bastard!