Honey button it is then.

Garcon! You have Canary Honey Rum? Then get the lady a Honey Button and don't kill the honey with too much lime.

So it's Luskkov who dresses your cool. Vairee nice.

Word reaches me that you've been dallying with my old pal Bill Goldman on your spare evenings Honey Button. What other adventures are you having these days? Bill's a charmer, but I've heard he's a bit hopeless in some situations - doesn't always hit the right button on the elevator for instance, so there you are still stuck on the ground floow when you thought he was taking you up to the roof garden...

Here's your honey, button...
Hey, give the lady a cocktail mat, purleese. We can't have her Lushkov sullied by sticky latino rum, now can we? That's better.

What's your name? OK Anton, take this. Now I want you to make sure this lady is treated right, OK? On my tab...

It won't happen again, honey button. Imagine serving it drooling down the glass like that. They need a little shaking up around here, but in the meantime, Anton will look after you, never fear. You'll get the best of service from now on.

Now, you were about to tell me all about your latest adventures.
Can't wait. Baby, I'm all ears...