Evan Drake: Sam Malone. Evan Drake.
Sam: How do you do?
Evan Drake: I've been looking forward to meeting you. I was a big fan of yours.
Sam: Oh. Any fan of mine is certainly welcome here, especially one who could fire me like a shot. What can I get you?
Evan Drake: You got some 20-year-old Scotch?
Sam: Uh, no, but we got some pretzels that have been around for a while here. [laughs] How about a Dewar's, huh?
Evan Drake: That'll do it.
Sam: So, Mr. Drake, things are going pretty good at the old bar.
Evan Drake: Well, I'm glad to hear that. We sank a lot of bucks into it.
Sam: Oh, boy, don't talk to me about sinking, man. I lost my boat and...
Evan Drake: Yeah, I heard.