Cliff: Look, it's all right. There won't be any fisticuffs. I'm just going to go over to the guy, stare him down. He's going to be the first one to blink. Mark my words.
Sam: Wait, man, how...
Cliff: Hey, no, Sam. It's something I've got to do. The gauntlet has been thrown down. Hey. Beagle breath.
Victor: You'd better not be talking to me, pal.
Cliff: If you don't like the way I talk, maybe there's something you'd like to do about it.
Victor: I'd be glad to. Let's go outside. [Cliff stares]
Cliff: You got it. I'll pay my check and I'll be right behind you. [to the guys at the bar] Did he blink and I missed it?