Who the hell is Liberal?
For one thing, he must be the star attraction at the corner tavern:
Liberal: Sam, I’ve been thinking about it, and there’s only one solution. You’ve got to throw me out.
Sam: (polishing shot glasses) Why?
Liberal: There’s gonna be trouble. Big trouble. I can sense it. And it’s gonna be rough, and it’s gonna be loud, and it’s gonna be all about me.
Sam: That so?
Liberal: Oh, yeah. See, I threaten you guys.
Sam: Threaten? When? What with?
Liberal: Moral and intellectual superiority. I try to hold it in, but it just keeps oozing out.
Sam: You want I should Lysol your stool?
Liberal: See, it’s bad enough being always right. That’d make anyone a target. But lately, I feel myself getting even more smarter than you guys. The gap’s widening and I can tell you and your customers can’t handle it. You’re about to explode, and it will be my fault. Not morally or legally, that way it’d be your fault, but in the sense of if they made a movie out of it later, I’d be the hero.
Sam: Uh-huh.
Liberal: I’m telling you this because I can see that you couldn’t understand the private communication I gave you on account of I don’t crave the attention of others.
Sam: You gave me a cocktail napkin with “P or not P?” written on it. I figured you was trying to decide whether to have another beer before you hit the head.
Liberal: You don’t understand! I’m losing my ability to suffer you fools gladly! I’m dangerous, I tells ya! You gotta haul me outta here pronto!
Sam: I don’t get the gag. If you don’t like it here, whyn’t you just leave?
Liberal: No! That wouldn’t work at all! You’ve got to do it. You gotta come right over the bar yelling and hollering and grab me by the collar and drag me offa this stool and across the floor, knocking over chairs and spilling everyone’s beer, and just before we get to the door, I wrote down what you’re supposed to say.
Sam: (reading) “We got no use for your towering intellect in here, highbrow scum. Take your scintillating wit and scything insight to some lofty aerie of pure thought where the denizens who walk in wisdom and grace might dimly appreciate you, though they could never fully understand you.”
Liberal: And then you let go of my collar and I square my shoulders, look levelly around the room, and walk out with dignity.
Sam: Dignity.
Liberal: Of course.