[ In Bucky's estimation, he hasn't been a kid since he was 16 years old, and he got shipped off to Europe. He polishes off the rest of glass and stares at the bottom, glumly, unsure if he wants another. Part of being a grown-up is not getting drunk, even though he could. ]

I heard you the first four times. [ He doesn't have a response that's appropriate for a lady's ears. ]

It's a crack-up, though. If you can pick from everywhere, why in Sam Hill would you pick two of me? I'm nobody special.