Sam: Woody, Woody, Woody. Wait, wait, wait, man. Wait, wait, wait. Listen, there's somebody in the bar here, somebody from the Harvard Club, who wants to hire Ken, so you don't have to leave. I mean, just get back behind the bar, man. God. What a relief.
Woody: Wait a minute, Sam.
Sam: What?
Woody: What do you think I am? I got fired from a job that means more to me than anything else in the world, and you want me to just come walking back in here because Ken wants to leave? Well, I can't do that.
Sam: Listen, I need you. Please, isn't there anything I can do to change your mind here?
Woody: Hundred-dollar-a-month raise?
Sam: Hundred dollars? [Woody starts to walk out] No, no, Woody, wait, wait. I need you. Yeah, okay, a hundred bucks.
Woody: It's a deal.