Cliff: You really don't think we're gonna lose the bar, do you?
Sam: I don't know.
Cliff: I mean, what are we gonna do? Where are we gonna go?
Norm: Home?!
Sam: All right, listen, listen, listen. We- We got to think of some way to drum up business.
Carla: Well, what do you want us to do, force people to drink here? Pour beers down their throats?
Sam: No, Carla.
Norm: Well, don't be hasty, Sam. Let her talk.