Never met a woman who drank a martini.

[It's worth noting that it takes a moment for Hoffman to get said drink. There's some gesturing and pointing on Hoffman's part and then Hoffman's sliding back looking mildly annoyed.]

...It'll be a warden's responsibility to let you in here, but...new and scraped either way a drink's the least I could do.

[Hoffman for his part has a can of soda.]

Too the barge. [He raises it in a toast] Good fucking luck.