HUGH PAT : Jock Stewart! The boul' man! I don't often see you in this neck of the woods. What're you up to?

JOCK STEWART : Just out for a ramble and bit of a shot. D'you fancy a drink? They're on me!

HUGH PAT : How's life treatin' you anyway?

JOCK STEWART : Can't complain, Hugh Pat! Still got the land and the sarvints, so livin' like a lord! C'mon then d'you fancy a jar or what? My shout!

HUGH PAT : Where's the oul' dog? It's not often you'd see you without him!

JOCK STEWART : I shot him down in Kildare a few weeks back! D'you want thon drink I'm offerin' or what?

HUGH PAT : Aye, go on then! A bottle of porter and half-un of Black Bush.

JOCK STEWART : That's the man!   Drink away! (To barmaid) Hi, Phidelma! Two bottles of porter and two half-uns of Black Bush. And whatever you're having yourself!

PHIDELMA : Not at all. No, I'm alright, Jock.

JOCK STEWART : No, go on! Have whatever you like. Or keep it for later. Maybe a few wee quiet ones at the end of the night. You never know when I'll be back this road, sure!

PHIDELMA : Ach! Alright then. I'll have a double vodka and coke and a Smithwicks chaser!

BYSTANDER : God, he's very free and easy with buyin' the drink, eh?

NAWR BYSTANDER : He is, in sowl. No better man for the oul payin'!

BYSTANDER : Mind you ... you don't see a lot of him these days!

(Note the way in which the poster has not only grasped the essential concept of this particular bit of wordplay, but has embraced the ad nauseam ending. Sure isn't this great mind-expanding crack altogether!)