[A pause. Richard Conway scrambles to the monitor screen, frantically messing with the controls. He curses quietly to himself, cursing an inconvenient water droplet that prevented the camera from picking up him drinking from his damn bottle.]

Red, you look so faint. You should take another drink of water. And then we should go out to a bar.

Although, given that your contract is now a matter of public record, I think you're buying from now on.