Jones runs to the bar after work and gulps down a beer, a shot of whisky, and an Old Fashioned. Now I’m ready to face the family, he says.

The writer says, There was much farting in the moksha yoga studio in Berlin. I’m not impressed by you, the waitress says. Hot farts, he says

He flirts aggressively with the policewoman, but she writes the ticket anyway. And he calls her a lesbian. And she writes him a bigger one.