Sam: OK. Closing time. Everybody out. Harry, how did you get in here?
Harry: I came in the back door.
Sam: I don't have a back door, Harry.
Harry: Well, then, it's my secret.
Diane: I've been serving him all night.
Sam: Hey, Diane, you know I don't like this flimflam man hanging around my bar.
Diane: Oh, Sam, that's a bit unfair, isn't it? Anyone with half a brain can see through his petty scams and tricks.
Harry: You're too kind. Thanks.
Sam: I hope he doesn't try to pull anything on you.
Diane: Me? It is to laugh.
Harry: Diane, you know, I like you, you're a smart chick. Let me help you clean up. You gotta keep the cover on this table, you know when you're not using it, because the heat from the lights will crack the felt. Gotta take care of it.
Diane: Harry, I'll take care of it. You can leave.
Harry: Okay. Okay. Let me save you a couple of steps with the check anyway. I'll pay Sam.
Diane: Oh, oh, thanks. [hands Harry the check]
Harry: Take care of that table now.
Diane: Men can't make beds, either.
Harry: OK, Sam. Thanks a lot. Goodnight.
Sam: Harry. Harry, the bill.
Harry: Oh, it's OK, I paid Diane.
Sam: Harry, I don't trust you.
Harry: Diane, will you tell Sam it's covered?
Diane: It's covered.