Sam: Anyway, I got this sewn up.
Carla: I don't know, Sammy. I'm on your side, but you know, a lot of women come into this bar wanting to meet the sexy bartender, and more and more of them are not talking about you.
Sam: Hey, wait, wait, wait. Listen, you're not losing faith in me here, are you? I mean, you- you still think I- I got it, don't you?
Carla: Sure I do, but you know, you can't take this thing for granted. Get a little older, you got to work harder, or date uglier.
Sam: Well, you know, come to think of it, Woody is kind of cute, isn't he?
Carla: Mm.
Sam: Oh, this is not good. [clears throat] This is not good for my image at all. I mean, if I let Woody win here, then every young punk with a pair of lips is gonna be challenging me. All right, I got a way to go here. Watch this.
Carla: [to a customer] Hey, hey, these go to table six. And you owe 'em some change.