Vince wipes a glass with his apron for awhile before answering,
"Friend, I don't know _spit_ about it. Why in Hell would you think I did, anyway? If you had half a brain, you would have asked me what my daughter M.J., the cop, told me about the case. As it is, you've wasted my time and yours. And since you ain't gonna get no second chance, you can just get yer fanny off my bar stool and go pester someone else."
You slink off the bar stool in humiliation.