Henri: I've got two more numbers, Sam.
Sam: Yeah, well, I'm not playing, Henri.
Henri: You will, Sam, you will.
Sam: Yeah? What makes you think so?
Henri: Because I know you, Sam. Deep down you're a, uh, uh, babe-hound just as I am. Admit it. With every phone number I catch, you die a little inside. You can deny what you are to the others, but not to me. Come, Sam, come over to the dark side!
Sam: Just go fill a pretzel bowl, will you?
Henri: Okay. Okay. But after they're filled... come to the dark side!