“Look,” said the first bloke. “I say there’s two pints in a quart, and me mate here says there’s four. Which is it?”

“There be two pints in a quart,” answered the bartender.

The two blokes moved back down to the other end of the bar, and soon the barmaid asked for their order.

“Two pints please, miss, and the bartender offered to buy them for us.”

The barmaid told the men that she doubted her boss would be so generous, so one of the fellows offered to check. He called out to the bartender at the other end of the bar, “You did say two pints, didn’t you?”

“That’s right,” the bartender called back. “Two pints.”