Robert: "Then just take a sip, my dear fellow."
Robert: "But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own glass or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own glass, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me."
Jean-Luc: "You've made your decision then?"
Robert: "Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you."
Jean-Luc: "Truly, you have a dizzying intellect."
Robert: "Wait till I get going! Now, where was I?"
Jean-Luc: "Australia."
Robert: "Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder's origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me."
Jean Luc: "You're just stalling now."
Robert: "You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poison in your own glass, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me... Wait, you're drinking!"
Jean Luc: "Truly, I would rather die than listen to you witter on."
Jean Luc: "No shit, Sherlock," (and he takes a sip). "Nice vintage. Somewhat thin bouquet, but with light hints of plum, cherries, with a truffle finish."
Robert: "Did I ever tell you you're the King of the Bourgeois?"
Jean Luc: "Speak for yourself."
Robert: "Funny... you've not fallen off yet. I know for certain your glass was the poisoned one."
Jean Luc: "I had Beverly give me an inoculation, in my anticipation of your foolish pranks."
Robert: "Damned!"
