Carla: Let's storm the place! [loud excited chatter]
Sam: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Come on, let's not turn this into mob rule here. Just a couple of guys go over and talk to him first. Come on.
Cliff: All right, Sam, I think you better take me because, uh, they got to be intimidated by the authority of my uniform.
Sam: Uh... Actually, I think I'll take Woody. You know, in case there's some trouble, I'd like to have someone young and strong around. Come on, Woody.
[As Woody tries to jump over the bar, he knocks a glass onto the floor and stumbles]