Sam: Sweetheart, I- I think it's a great idea-- you know, you running a business-- but you got to understand something. This bar is not for sale at any price, end of story.
Rebecca: Do you really mean that? Because I'm not going to come to you with this offer again.
Sam: Well, I'll just have to live with that. l- l- l'll hold it in my heart and remember all the laughter it brought me. Oh, and by the way, you know, that vermouth is not going to order itself, there, Sparky.
Rebecca: Sam! [Sam laughs] Come on.
Sam: I'm sorry. You're right, I'm not taking you seriously here. I got to be supportive. All right, uh, tell you what. I will sell you this bar.
Rebecca: You will?
Sam: Yeah. What would be a fair price here? We got liquor, glasses, bar stools. Oh, I don't know, let's say $25 million.
Rebecca: Come on, Sam.
Sam: Oh, don't be so negative. Here, I'll show you how supportive I can be. All right, let's take a collection here for Rebecca. I need a tin can. Oh, yeah, here we go, all right.
Norm: Hey, yo, yo, yo. [Sam empties the beer nuts]
Sam: Whoop. All right, there you go. Okay, let's help, uh, Rebecca pay for this bar here. I'll tell you what, I am going to put in a nickel myself. Now, can anyone, uh, match that? Anybody? Ooh, not looking good here, babe.