Toto?

[Yeah, he drank enough to handle this. He knows that now, because that is the first part of that statement that his brain latches onto.]

Come on, I don't come off like a little yappy dog, do I? Thought I'd at least rate myself a Dorothy. Or, uh-

[Hank shifts his weight - carefully - to look down at himself.]

-Maybe the Tin Man, before he got all lubed up.

[The Tin Man, when they first met him, looked kind of gross. Hank looks kind of gross. The math works out.]