Hardcastle: “‘Your love of ale and the ladies, Mr. Marlow, puts me in mind of my days sowing my wild oats. Why, I remember when—’”
Mason’s Marlow drained his can and said to Hastings: “Looks like we’re going to need a beer run.”
Dean’s Hardcastle rambled on, “‘—once drank the better part of a keg of nut-brown and then went a-calling—’”
Dave B.’s Hastings, ignoring him, said, “You go, then, Spide. I’m not sure I can take another welcome by this guy.”
Hardcastle tried to get their attention. “‘I say, gentlemen, as I was telling you, we drank so much that the ladies then had to provide mop and bucket—’”
Marlow continued, “Well, I’m not going, Beau-Man. I’ve got a blind date. Our friend fixed me up with his sister. Maybe she knows someone for you.”
Here, the audience knows that she knows
