Hey I dunno what your rules are, I was fucking wild at seventeen. [But that's good at least.] So your favourite drink probably ain't something like chocolate milk or whatever. [He thinks on it for a moment.] But it ain't like a martini or somethin' either. Is it a breakfast thing?

[He thinks he's close, there's only a few things that involve chocolate but not just chocolate. Most of them being coffee drinks.]

I'm from New York, duh. [Course he knows that's not what the other means. But how do you even begin to explain that you're from Hell really?]