The best worst i ever wrote

BAR MAN SKETCH

JESSEP
You want a drink?

KAFFEE
I think I'm entitled.

JESSEP
You want a drink?

KAFFEE
I want vermouth!

JESSEP
You can't handle vermouth! Son, we live in a world that has bars. And those bars have to be tended by men with soft drink guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, grumpy Stuart? I have a responsibility than you can quite possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the VK. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's drink, while tragic, probably made him cry. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, makes people cry...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that bar. You need me on that bar.We use words like ice, peanuts, time...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent serving something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the edge of the of the very bar I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a carry out and go back to your bed sit. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!

KAFFEE
Did you serve the vk red?

JESSEP
I did the job you sent me to do.

KAFFEE
Did you serve the vk red?

JESSEP
You're goddamn right I did!!