Anfy (plonking down a bottle of white, three centimetres left in the bottom): You may now drink this.
Me: Uh. Right now?
Anfy: I'll give you ten seconds. OK, twenty.
Me: Can I have a something to drink it out of?
Anfy: No, I think you swig from the bottle. You with the white, me with the red.

It's all class in this household.