In a hurry

A guy rushes into a bar, orders four expensive 30-year-old single malts and has the bartender line them up in front of him. Then, without pausing, he downs each one.
“Whew,” the bartender remarks, “You seem to be in a hurry.”
“You would be too if you had what I have.”
“What do you have?” the bartender sympathetically asks.
“Fifty cents.”