"So I’m at this ridiculous party on Kibbleworth’s boat, and it’s obvious the people there aren’t real yachters, so I decide, hey, why not try to screw with them a little?" Bernie unpacked his story as hastily as possible, as he had been dying to recount it to Cleo since last Friday.
"So they’re talking to me, and I think to myself, what if I just respond to everything they say in Steely Dan lyrics? I mean, these poseurs obviously have never heard Steely Dan, despite supposedly being big-time boat people. I figure that’s the litmus test, right?”
Cleo smirked in agreement as Bernie went on. “So this real blowhard, I think his name was John, he goes, hey Bern’, like he knows me, right? Hey Bern, what are you into? What do you enjoy doing? And I go, I go, Well John.. the Cuervo Gold… the fine Colombian! You should have seen this guy’s face! He thought I was serious!”