Cliff: Hey, Sammy, this guy over here doesn't believe me about your bar slide. Would you mind serving one up just to save my good name?
Sam: My pleasure.
Cliff: Thank you, Sammy. Let's get this garbage out of here.
Coach: Clear the runway.
Cliff: OK, Sammy. Any time you're ready.
Coach: There you go, Sammy.
[Sam slides a beer down the bar, around the corner and across to Cliff]
Cliff: Hit the bricks, pal.
Diane: Okay, okay. How do you do it?
Sam: Well, that's just one of my two hidden talents. The other is just as impressive.
Diane: But you can hardly charge a buck for it.