John: Sam?
Sam: God, I hate it when he says that. What? What? What're you gonna nitpick this time? What, am I mixing my drinks too loud? Am I using the wrong kind of lightbulb? Oh, excuse me, maybe some of my bar air accidentally wafted up to your establishment.
John: Sam, you're on the defensive.
Sam: I'm not on the defensive, and you say that again, I'm gonna pull the last three hairs off your head.
John: Sam, I merely came down to apologize for my intrusive behavior earlier today.
Sam: Really?
John: Yes. I know I'd be resentful if someone implied that I should run my business in a particular way. It was out of line for me to do so with you.
Sam: Oh. Well, thank you. I'm sorry, I am a little defensive.
John: Well, no harm done. In fact, to clear the air, I'd like to buy a round of drinks for everyone here. [cheers] Here you are, Sam. [removes coupon books] I think this should cover it. Oh, and I'd like one of your special martinis I've heard so much about. Oh, I'm out of coupons. Well, then, never mind.