Nash: Excuse me, uh, bartender. Can I give you a little tip?
Woody: Looking good, Sam. Sure.
Nash: For the rest of the afternoon, just keep your mouth shut.
Woody: Excuse me?
Nash: You're here to work, not to chitchat with the guests.
Woody: You think just because you're rich you can boss people around? We've got guys like you back in Hanover. You know what we call them?
Nash: What?
Woody: "Sir." But after we say it, we roll our eyes.
Nash: You know, kid, you're really starting to annoy me. I think I'm going to teach you some manners. Step outside.
Woody: Uh, uh, I'm sorry, all right? I was out of line. I don't want to fight.
Nash: Oh, you're not as stupid as you look.
Woody: Now I want to fight.