Pamith.
Bartender: Good evening, sir. What can I get you?
Pamith: Vodka martini.
Bartender: How would you like your martini?
Pamith: Bro...
Bartender: My apologies. I didn't recognize you. It's hard to keep track of all the 007's, all the new faces over the years...
Pamith: Brutal if true.
Bartender: Shaken, not stirred, right?
Pamith: My nikka.