Acquaint? That's what you crazy British guys are callin' it these days? [Whatever. He's not continuing this conversation with something a lot closer to the 'banter' Oxford's been talking about rather than chewing the guy out over nothing. Nope. No way in hell. That's not what this is.]

I thought I might check a few of 'em out. See if any of 'em know how they got here. Or what the last thing they remember was before they woke up in a tub full of whatever that blue crap is. [Blueprints to the rest of Dean's day too, Oxford. You're a lucky son of a bitch right now.]

You'd think by the time things got this far advance? They'd have figured out how to stop the freakin' hangover headache.