[ What did you buy a guy turning thirty? A guy that you didn't know too well but spent a lot of time drinking with said birthday boy's brother, and you had kind of unofficially adopted both of them?
Well, okay, maybe some of the unofficially adopting was due to the fact Sam reminded him a lot of his own Sam in a lot of ways. Shut up. Totally not sentimental. ]
So, little birdie told me it's your birthday. Thirty, eh? Few more years and you'll be joining us folk up the hill.
[ He handed over the (not so) neatly wrapped bottle of scotch and Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass' Definitive Hits album. Don't say he never gets you anything, Sam. ]