Carla: Hey, maybe he's going to put Sam in charge of the bar again.
Rebecca: What? Don't make me laugh.
Evan Drake: [coming down the stairs] Sam, I'm serious about that offer. Now, I want to move you up. What do you say?
Sam: Oh, sounds tempting.
Evan Drake: When I see you behind that bar, the more convinced I am your talents are being wasted.
Sam: Yeah, I know, I know, but they won't let me bring a bed in here.