Bad, Bad, Stillman Brown.
I heard you the first 20 times. You say you’re with the band, but I’m telling you, you’re not on the list. And no one gets backstage unless they’re on the list.
Listen, I’m SURE that Jimmy Page told you PERSONALLY that he’d sign that bottle of Stillman "Zeppelin" Pinot Noir for you, but it’s just not in the cards today, Sweetheart. So why don’t you just go home, have a nice long bubble bath or do whatever else it is you women do when you’re sad, pour yourself a glass and enjoy the black and red cherry, the blackberry and pepper.
Now look Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to cover up. That kind of shenanigans is going to get you nowhere. You think you’re the first pretty girl with “Stairway to Heaven” lyrics tattooed on her bosoms that I’ve seen today? Hey now! There’s no need to get inappropriate. Oh, I’m sorry, you’re talking about the PN. I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it when you say that the structure is rich, full, and balanced with minimal tannins.
Sure, I’ll humor you and read the label. Well look at that! It DOES say that Stillman produces super premium and super exclusive wines. Well in that case, go right in! Yes, of course I was kidding. The fact that you were able to procure such a rare find is impressive, but the cold, hard truth is that it’s just not a VIP Pass. Better luck next time, Honey. Ok, bye bye now.