"Dude come do shots with us."
"No, my wife is cooking dinner."
"Oh, come on, man. We're talkin' shots. Forget the old ball and chain. Let's get to the shots."
"I really can't."
"Dude, don't let a woman run your life. Come, on. Shots."
"Maybe next weekend."
"Next weekend? What's the matter with you, bro. That's the Super Bowl. I'll be in Vegas."
"The Super Bowl is in Vegas this year?"
"No, it's in Detroit. But I'm going to be in Vegas, watching it, and doing plenty of shots. Come, on. Let's quit this bullshit and line up those shots."
"Oh, all right."
"Yes! Shots."