Sally: Uh, look, do you want this to get ugly? 'Cause, um -ahem - I am jonesing for some ugly.
Maitre 'D: I'm sorry, but that table is reserved for the owner tonight.
Tommy: Maybe you don't know who you're talking to. When I come here on my birthday, I get a free entree, when I buy an entree, providing I pay for the more expensive entree.
Sally: Just give us the table, you cow-murdering bastard, or I swear I'll [chandelier falls and crushes the table] Whoa! Did you see that?!
Tommy: My god, we could have been killed!
Sally: But we weren't, Tommy. We weren't. We're alive.
Harry: We are.
Tommy: Thank god we didn't get that table. Bless you for being such a jerk!
Harry: Thanks, jackass!