Harry: Guys, I think we owe you an apology.
Raff: For what?
Tommy: Well, all this time, we thought you were up to no good.
Harry: Criminal types.
Tommy: Looking for trouble.
Harry: Casing the joint. But now we see how wrong we were, so how can we make this up to you?
Raff: We need some more pretzels.
Harry: Okay.
Raff: And while you're at it, why don't you empty out the cash register?
Riff: Now.
Harry & Tommy: Yeah!
Harry: Did I not tell you?
Tommy: Oh, you didn't need to tell me, man. I knew!
Harry: Wait, wait, wait. Just a second. We saw this coming.
Tommy: Miles away, brother!