[Wade lets out a low whistle at Nate's drink order.] Well, shit. Look at you with the badass drink order.

[He wonders if Nate even knows what he's ordering? Ah, well. It'll grow hair on his chest? Or something. He looks up to the bot.] Make that two. Or what the hell, just bring over the whole bottle and two glasses with ice.

[Since the point is to get Nate drunk.]