Yeah, but ya ever met someone and y' look at 'em and jus' think "yeah, that one's gotta face I could punch"?

[ punch (affectionately). bad and continuing to get worse at this. ]

Eh, but I'm talkin' too much like I always do when the drinks are good. Now, lessee. Hmm... how 'bout y' tell me somethin' interestin' now? Like a trade!

[ the value of this "trade" is debatable given how useful his ramblings up until now have likely (not) been, but it's really just an invitation to not dominate the conversation with whatever's on his mind. that's sort of the reason to invite random people to drink with you — distractions! ]