Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm still standing, aren't I?

[He elbows her a little, just a friendly dadlike nudge, and then gazes out across the grody shelves of the literal convenience store they're having this extremely sentimental conversation in before remarking at last: ]

Do you recall some days back, when you asked me how I beat the Number Nine? Why I can drink it without succumbing to all manner of foolish acts.