Diane: Well, what would you like to drink?
H.W. Sawyer: Uh... Scotch rocks.
Diane: Uh, Barkeep [clicks fingers], a little service, please. Mr. Sawyer will have Scotch rocks. And, um... Let's see, what am I in the mood for?
Sam: How about a good beating?
Diane: Perhaps a vermouth cassis.
Sam: Fine. If you need anything else, just snap your fingers. In several places.
Diane: Well, I guess working in a bar makes you grumpy.