Harry: Tell you what. I'll bet you a dime I can drink that drink without touching the hat.
Cliff: [chuckles] A dime? Uh, OK. You're on.
Harry: Okay, you'll love this.
[Harry bends down beneath the bar and pretends to glug the drink]
Harry: It's gone.
Cliff: [chuckles] Yeah.
[As Cliff lifts up the hat to check, Harry grabs the drink and downs it. ]
Cliff: Hey, uh, what's so good about that? Anybody can do that.
Harry: Oh, yeah?
Cliff: I can do that.
Harry: No.
Cliff: A dime?
Harry: A dime.
Cliff: Coach, another shot, please. All right, a dime says I can drink the old shot there without touching the old chapeau. Are you ready? I'll be right back.
[Cliff bends down beneath the bar and pretends to glug the drink. While he does so, Harry lifts up the hat and downs the shot]
Cliff: [chuckles] OK, that baby's gone.
[Harry puts on a stunned face as he lifts the hat up to reveal the empty shot glass]
Harry: That's great, Cliff. That's worth a dime.
Cliff: Hey, you can laugh, Norm, but at least I got my money back.
Coach: Five bucks for the booze, Cliffo.