[There's a long moment of silence as Dirk takes a minute to flip the top off of his orange juice. He'll make Dave wait for it.] Actually I don't like the sort of dude that poses and struts about. They tend to have some form of insecurity and our egos clash something fierce.

[Because his ego is terrible and he acknowledges that.] I'm more for the sort of guy that's confident without being over bearing about it and has no idea how good they look. It cuts out the 'Are you staring at me?' questions that come from the dicks who are about to assume way too much about watching them work out. You'll find people jump the gun about their bartender too. It's dumb.