"I bet you have," is Vasquez's reply with a smirk on his lips, seeing as while he enjoys poking and prodding until he gets a reaction, he should also maybe consider that he's going to get himself killed (or at least suitably injured) one day for saying the wrong thing, but how can he resist when Goodnight is setting him up so easily?

Of course, can a dead man truly hurt you? Can you be hurt if you're a dead man now, too? These are all questions that he has no answers to, but as he peruses the table, he thinks that he's going to need something much stronger. "They didn't put out the tequila, did they? Very poor hosts."