reminds me of Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy
FORD
Six pints of bitter. And quickly please, the world’s about to end.
The BARTENDER looks at FORD a tad questioningly over his glasses, but FORD is staring out the window. The BARTENDER looks at ARTHUR instead, but ARTHUR shrugs helplessly and looks at FORD. The BARTENDER looks down at the glass he is polishing and simply begins preparing their drinks.
BARTENDER
Oh yes, sir? Nice weather for it. Going to the match this afternoon?
FORD stares at the BARTENDER.
FORD
Well, no.
BARTENDER
What’s that, forgone conclusion, you reckon? Arsenal without a chance?
FORD
No, no, it’s just that the world’s about to end.
BARTENDER
Oh, yes, sir, so you said.
The BARTENDER stares over his glasses at FORD as he prepares the drinks. FORD stares back. The BARTENDER looks back down.
BARTENDER
Lucky escape for Arsenal if it did.
FORD looks a bit confused. FORD frowns.
FORD
No, not really.
The BARTENDER takes a deep breath, then looks back up at FORD.
BARTENDER
Alright, then, six pints.
