Firefly

"See what someone's written here, Andrew. That Porter and Stout were exported to cold, northern countries and IPA to hot, tropical ones."

"And?"

"It's bollocks. They exported stacks of Porter to India. And Stout to the West Indies. That and Strong Scottish beer. Even that wasn't strong enough for the planters. They'd throw in a shot of rum."

"We've Guinness and Havana Club. Why don't you try it?"

"You know something, Andrew? That's not a bad idea. I'm not that keen on the Havana Club straight."

"What's it like, dad?"

"Try it yourself."

"It's like Guinness. You can hardly taste the rum at all."

"I know. Great isn't it? Almost no rum flavour, but all the fally-over goodness."

"What's it called, dad?"

"No idea. What about Ruinness?"

"Sounds like a toilet-related illness."

"Stoum?"

"That sounds like a lumpier form of the last stuff."

"I know. Firefly."