Rod: Are you doing anything for St. Patrick's Day?
Duane: I'm not Irish.
Rod: Me either. Being a red head, I hear St. Patrick's stuff every year.
Duane: You haven't been a red head for a while.
Rod: I still have it in my beard. And downstairs.
Duane: I'm just saying you probably don't hear it as much as you used to.
Rod: I love you less sometimes. Is there a particular party to promote?
Duane: There're things on the calendar. Shamrock & Roll looks fun.
Rod: I would have just said avoid Midtown and the Upper East Side or anyplace filled with Jersey chicks in green rayon. And maybe to go shopping.
Duane: As you usually do.
Rod: Exactly. Happy Patties, Mister.
Duane: Happy Patties, Sister.