Oh. [Chilton looked at the oddly named latte.] I thought I had asked for soy.

[It took him a quarter of a second to backtrack; immediately his hands were held up -- palms showing -- in preemptive surrender.]

Kidding, kidding! I'm only kidding. You gave it such a uniquely... Sweet name, I had to say something. [Chilton would never acknowledge that actually no, he didn't have to say something.] Thank you.

Won't you have a seat? On the sedan, if you would. I imagine you'd like to be sedated as soon as possible.