Sam: Hey, get back here, all of you, right now. You mean to tell me that you guys are baling out on me?
Man: Sam, I'm telling you, within a month there'll be wild music and guys dancing and exchanging phone numbers.
Diane: You know, Sam, you've got some really great friends here. You've gone out of your way to make a bar where customers can feel like they belong, part of a family. Now they're walking out on you.
Man: We don't want them.
Diane: Quiet. Perhaps we should step into the back room. Anyone having something intelligent to say can follow me. [nobody follows] Fine. Anyone with a two-bit opinion.