Sam: What are you saying? You saying that you're better than me? That your customers are classier than mine? Well, they're not.
Norm: Hey, Sammy? Will you settle a bet for us, please? Which one of our breaths smells most like tuna? Loser has to go through the spanking machine.
Sam: What do you want me to do, walk over and check?
John: I can tell you from here.
Sam: Oh, yeah, right, right. And none of your customers have fish breath when they come walking out of your restaurant?
John: It's a seafood restaurant, Sam.
Sam: Ah, all right, so you admit it, right? [Norm grunts]
John: Well, looks like the big boy lost.