Hodunk Bootlegger: They're after the rakkahol! Don't let 'em shoot the booze crates! Moxxi: Mordecai plans on sucking down more rakk-ale, huh? Did the same thing after he and I split up, poor kid. Bring me the booze instead and I'll give you my prize revolver, Rubi. Mordecai: Woahwoahwoah - Moxxi's giving you RUBI if you give her my booze? The friggin' -- That bimbo lost Rubi years ago and I found it! She wouldn't even have it if it were'nt for me! No no no. Bring ME the booze, and I'll give you one of my old siper rifles. (Upon collecting all beer)