Woody: Drinks are up.
Diane: Right away. I need a vodka Gibson, up, a bloody mary, a Johnnie Walker black, two Beck's, and change for a 20.
Woody: Change for a 20, Sam.
Sam: Damn! Carla's been on the phone for two hours here.
Diane: She probably got an obscene phone call and won't let him off.
Sam: Okay, five, ten, ten, 20.
Diane: Can you believe it, Sam? How far I've come? Right before your eyes, I've turned into a waitressing machine. Even in this pandemonium, I have everything perfectly under control.
[As Diane takes a tray of drinks to a table, a pair of men enter the bar and sit down at a table]
Diane: There you go. [to the men] And here's your change for the 20.
Man: Thank you. See what I mean? Always sit at her station.