Diane: Sam, may I speak with you for a moment, please? Don't you recognize that man? The ex-convict you paid to date me. Who murdered a waitress and fantasizes his hands are claws.
Sam: Oh, yeah. How do you happen to remember him? Of course I recognize him. His name is Andy something. So what?
Diane: So what is he doing here?
Sam: I don't know. He probably came in for a drink. People do that, you know. As soon as you hang a sign out that says "bar", you start getting that.