Mitzi: (shudders) Well, (clears throat) it'll certainly start your engine. Zib: Which is to say, (clears throat) it beats radiator fluid. Wick: What's that aftertaste? Hm. Crisp, full-bodied, um, reminiscent of oak wood... (snaps) Coffin varnish! Viktor: Yeah. We can call it, eh, "Sunset Rose Cocktail." Ivy: Sunset Rose Cocktail? That sounds good! (Ivy tries to take a glass of the alcohol.) Viktor: (growls)