[ Quentin concentrated on the two cups that Badou was holding, and they started to vibrate considerably with some sort of pent up energy. As if they were struggling to be released ] Let them go, this is just magic bullshit.

[ Magic bullshit, of course it was-- magic bullshit, just like everything here in this festival of fuckery was magical in some way, shape or form. ] I won't drop them, it will just give me time to pass you the cigars-- you do want the big smoky fire sticks, right?