One Way Passage

[first lines]

Hong Kong Bartender: [mixing a very complex drink] I haven't made one of these since the fourth of July. I was making one when the quake hit Frisco. Believe me, friend, I wouldn't go to all this trouble for any of these foreigners. Uh, uh, gotta wait a minute to let the oil sink in. There you are, partner, you can tell your grandchildren about that one.

Dan: [Before Dan can take a sip, the contents of the glass are knocked out of his hand by Joan backing into him] Say, what in the name of...

Joan: Why... I'm so sorry.

Dan: I'm so glad.

Joan: Such a beautiful drink too.

Dan: Yes, paradise cocktail. Seem to be a few drops left.

Joan: [prophetically] Always the most precious, the last few drops. That's luck.

Dan: Yes, my name is Dan.

Joan: Mine's Joan.

Dan: Hello, Joan.

Joan: Hello, Dan.

Dan: May we, errr, drink to our meeting?

Joan: We should. Here's... here's hail and farewell.

Dan: Well that seems a bit ruthless?

Dan: Let's say

[hears toast from the German bar]

Dan: auf wiedersehen

Joan: Auf wiedersehen

[Dan smashes his glass on the bar; Joan does likewise]