Bart: The invitation said black tie, not black eye. Are you okay? I mean, if you're in some kind of trouble—
Chuck: Only of my own making.
Bart Bass: Why do you think I do all this? Huh? This party is for you, okay, so you can meet people. You know, become a part of something, make some kind of change.
Chuck: Really? I thought it was another excuse for an open bar and, ah, rehiring of the nearly-nude statues.
Bart: Do me a favor, will you? Lose the Scotch. It's barely noon .
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