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Booker: "What is the clock?"
Andy: "There is still three minutes until midnight."
Booker: "You're kidding. The champagne, where is the champagne?"
Andy: "Let me get the bottles."
Booker: "Hurry, Andromache."
Joe: "Take it easy, Book. There's still plenty of time."
Booker: "No, there isn't. When the clock strikes, then it's too late to open the champagne."
Joe: "It is New Year's Day when the clock strikes twelve. Everyone knows that."
Booker: "Let me ask you something: was the first man on the moon the first man only after he left the place as the first one? No, New Year's Day is when the clock first strikes, so where is the champagne."
Joe: "Then, by your logic, when you're standing in the airport, and you hear the final call for France, you're already in France."
Nile: "Wasn't it the same conversation you had last year?"
Nicky: "They have had basically the same conversation every year for as long as they have known each other."
Andy: "Stop arguing, boys. It's New Year's Day when I say it is New Year's Day, and I say it is now it is New Year's Day, so it's time for champagne."