Terry nodded sagely. "Yes. Mucho booty." It took him a minute to register the rest of what Dean had said, and he choked on his beer, waving his hands frantically as if that would get the drink out of his windpipe. "Did--you said--don't get any? Are you fucking high? As IF we wouldn't be successful."
Still utterly flabbergasted, Terry put his hands on the table and gave Dean a powerful gaze. He spread his fingers into a V formation, pointing it directly at his eyes and then turning his hand to point the V directly into Dean's eyes. "C'mon. WORK with me." With each sentence, Terry switched the V from his eyes to Dean's: "Bro. To bro. Confidence. To YOU. Belief. In the booty."
He pulled his hand down and picked up his beer again. "The mucho booty."