"We're drunk.

We're so drunk we don't know a pocket from a prospect hole.

I'm tired of being a hog.

I'm going to go get another drink and sober up.

And if you're the dog Fido you've been so far, you'll do the same." He leaned heavily upon the table, and regarded Frank with stern, bloodshot blue eyes.
Frank laughed and slid his cue the length of the table.