- Qrow: Winter, how's it going?
- Winter: Well, well, well, if it isn't my least favorite drunkard.
- Qrow: You have a list? My my, it seems you have a type.
- Ironwood: Qrow how did you get in here-
- Winter: And it seems you have a habit of picking fights with me.
- Ironwood: Winter this is a private meeting. Qrow shouldn't even know-
- Qrow: What can I say? *takes a swig* I'm an angry drunk.
- Winter: That's going to kill you someday. You know that, right? Oh, and I suppose the alcohol might do a number on you, too.
- Ironwood: Winter, Qrow, this is a matter of national security-
- Qrow: That sounded like a threat. *Draws weapon*
- Winter: You walk into my kingdom-
- Ironwood: Your kingdom?
- Winter: -and draw your weapon? *Draws weapon* It sounds like you're the one who's making threats.
- Ironwood: How did he get past all the locks? This is our most advanced security system!
- Qrow and Winter: *Commence sexually charged duel*
- Ironwood: *Calling phone* Ozpin I thought you said Qrow was in Vale.
- Ozpin: I lied.
- Ironwood: Why?
- Ozpin: He gave me a starbucks giftcard.
- Ironwood: SERIOUSLY?
- Ozpin: I like coffee.






