A Conversation From the Bar Scene

David: So I was up near your old stomping grounds last week. I went t--

Brad: I never did.

David: What?

Brad: I never stomped.

David: Beg pardon?

Brad: Never, not even as a discontented child. I moved with elegance, the very definition of grace and elan. Sleek and sure were my steps as I traipsed about the town, calling a merry hello to passersby who stood rapt with awe at my confident stride and manly bearing. I never stomped.

David: Are you through?

Brad: Yes, and now I must pee. (trips over barstool)

David (to bartender): Could we get another round? A rum and coke for me and a beer for Cyd Charisse there?

Brad: Bite me.

David: "Bite me"? Yep, that's "elan" all right.