Where's the beer?

EDIT: Let me do this properly:

JH: Want a beer?
BB: You gonna call room service?
JH: We got beer.
BB: If you hauled beer up this rock, you're insane.
JH: I may be insane, but I'm not stupid. I didn't carry it, you did it. It's in your pack.
BB: Jesus Christ! I ought to throw you off this pillar. Besides, it's warm.
JH: I'm sorry. I'd thought you'd draw the line at hauling ice.