Half-strangled by a bow-tie, Papa-san Yap -- owner of Hot Legs Niteclub -- croaks, “He who loves not women, wine, and song. He will be a fool his whole life long. Hence, I like to make a toast to naughty nightclubs where good men belong!”
Mummy Lulu says: “Here’s too many reasons for drinking; and one has just entered my head; if a man doesn't drink when he's living; how the hell can he drink when he's dead! So come carefree to Hot Legs Niteclub.”
Chow Kah toasts, hefting his Martini glass, “Here’s to alcohol, which often makes one see double, and feel single.”
“Hear! Hear!” hoots Jessica. “Alcohol may be a man’s worst enemy, but Lord Buddha says love your enemy.”
Hessein cheers, lifting his glass high, “Here's to women, the source of a man’s bliss, There's a taste of heaven for him in her kiss."
Perched on a stool, Wati sneers, “Here's to those who love us well; Those who don't can go to Hell!"
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