Harry: So, Dic, now that you're feeling better about your career again, do I have to keep working at the bar?
Dick: Oh, no, Harry.
Harry: Oh, good. There's just too much pressure.
Tommy: All those people and their problems.
Harry: No, there's too much pressure in the soda gun. You could put an eye out. Why do you think they call him one-eyed Jimmy?
Sally: Wait. He lost his eye from soda?
Harry: Yeah, root beer.
Dick: No wonder he's angry.
Harry: I would be.