Barry treats himself to something a little fancier than usual, having a screwdriver. He suspects that he will feel intoxicated no matter what.

"Today has been quite wonderful. You are a very good tour guide. And the night, as they say, is young."

He looks over the crowd. Seems different, somehow, than the one he sees in the Bar. More real? Or is that just his imagination wondering how life would seem if he couldn't go back to the Bar and hobnob with ghostbusters and wizards and Jedi knights.

"Shall we order dinner first, or are you ready to cut a rug?"