Four bottles of Stoli later, the woman starts to weep maudinly.

"Oh, hell. Why did I bother to overthrow that Capitalist Oppressor and free the elves from his iron hand? The ungrafetul...unGRATEful little bassards...din't do nothin' but FREE 'em...tried to make a wokrers padarise and see what happens...jis a buncha foo towt high mothe...."

And just then, the door to the deck opened and in walked the bearded man in the Carharts, his face somewhat smudged with what appears to be various shades of lipstick. He takes in the weeping woman in a moment, stops dead, and exclaims, "Oh, hell. Hortense Louise? Is that you??"