signal to noise ratio

what'll you have, stranger?
whiskey, barkeep. straight up. and leave the bottle.
where you call home?
oh, not far from here, corner of bedlam and squalor.
I think I know it.
that's a pity.
here's your bottle. you really gonna go through the whole thing?
well, it's like this: I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
now that you mention it, me too