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!