Harry: Coach, how about a beer?
Coach: Forget it, Harry. Now, Sam says I can't serve you. You're a flimflam.
Harry: No, it ain't for me, I'm expecting a friend.
Coach: A friend?
Harry: Yeah. He asked me to order it for him. He did. He did. In fact, he wrote it down. "One beer."
Coach: Now, wait, wait, wait. Wait one minute, Harry. One minute, Harry. Let me see that. Yeah, "one beer." Just had to make sure.
Harry: Okay.
Coach: That'll be one buck.
Harry: One buck. Let's see... Uh, I thought I had a dollar. Oh, I got a ten. You got change?
Coach: Absolutely. [gets change] Here you go.
Harry: Oh, I have a buck after all. I don't need the change. Why don't you give me my ten back.
Coach: Right. Oh... Right. Here you go.
Harry: No, Coach, I don't want to carry all these bills. Listen, give me a 20 for the whole thing. You got it.
Sam: Nobody move! Oh, come on, Coach, don't you see he's short-changing you?
Coach: Oh, no, no, Sam. He's outsmarted me before, but not this time. No way.
Sam: Coach, how much are you giving him?
Coach: 20 bucks.
Sam: How much is he giving you?
Coach: Oh... Darn you, Harry!

Coach: Oh, I never felt better. I feel 20 years old again.
Carla: Good for you, Coach.
Coach: Carla, listen, I bet I could do handstand push-ups right now and I haven't done any in years. I'm gonna try it.
Cliff: Oh, Coach, you be careful there. You might hurt something.
Coach: I gotta try it, Cliffo. [Carla gasps as the Coach does it] Now let me try it one-handed. I still got the old touch!
Sam: Coach, what the hell are you doing?
Coach: Handstand push-ups. Like I used to do in spring training.
Sam: Coach, you never did handstand push-ups in spring training. No, that was Johnny Driscoll.
Coach: Oh, yeah. Johnny Driscoll. [thud]
Carla: Are you OK?
Coach: Yeah, Carla, I'm OK, thanks to Sam.

Norm: All right, we got one ticket and four guys. What are we going to do?
Coach: I got a great idea, right? I think of a number from one to ten. Who comes the closest gets to go with Sam.
Norm: Fair enough.
Coach: Okay, Normie.
Norm: Seven.
Coach: Carla.
Carla: Nine.
Coach: Cliff.
Cliff: Two.
Coach: I'll say three.
Cliff: Wait a minute. Coach, you can't say anything. You know what it is.
Coach: I know, it's six.
Norm: Why did you say three?
Coach: Three's my lucky number.