Barkeep: What can I get for you, lad? Bra-man: I seek the one you call ‘Master’. I seek Shane. McLewin: That’s quite the coincidence. We’re looking for him too. Barkeep: You shouldn’t have come back, McLewin. You remember what he said would happen the next time you showed up. McLewin: I remember. Bra-man: I have to know. Bra-man: Is ‘McLewin’ the Irish equivalent of ‘Mendoza’?