Dude, don't make me do this. [Mac can really turn up the whine when he wants it to; something about that whole "didn't get enough attention as a kid so settled for being really annoying" life habit of his. And he really doesn't want to actually fight this weird British guy, because he's pretty sure Brits get training from like, Interpol and stuff. They're not like the French or Swiss, who are just pussies across the board.]

If you don't have ID, you don't get in. And if you try, well, I'm going to have to bodyslam you. [He thinks he's likely bigger than John. John doesn't exactly look like he's filling out that admittedly-sweet trenchcoat. He reaches out an takes the cigarette from John's mouth and flicks it out the bar door.] And Philly law says we can't smoke indoors anymore because the state legislators are being paid off by Big Environment.