‘Tell you what, I shouldn’t drive if I were you.’ ‘Not drive?’ ‘No, I shouldn’t drive. They’d say you were drunk.’ ‘Who would?’ ‘Anyone you ran over. They’d say you were drunk.’ ‘Well, so I am.’ ‘Then I shouldn’t drive.’ ‘Too far to walk.’ ‘We’ll take a taxi.’ ‘Oh, hell, I can drive.’ ‘Or let’s not go to Brenda’s at all.’ ‘We’d better go to Brenda’s,’ said Jock. ‘She’s expecting us.’
