Norm: What's the matter, Sam? Chickening out on us?
Cliff: Yeah, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. I always thought you had more character.
Sam: Hey, listen. Those guys are staying. Anyone else wants to leave, fine.
Norm: Okay, Sam, you know what kind of bar this could turn into?
Sam: It's not going to turn into the kind of bar that I have to throw people out of.
Diane: That was the noblest preposition you've ever dangled.
Sam: Thank you.