Sam: So, where's the boat now?
Robin: Oh, we just got Rebecca out of dry dock, scraping the barnacles off her bottom.
Rebecca: Not one word.
Carla: You know, this is a bar. I'm free to say whatever I want.
Rebecca: I'll give you $5.00.
Carla: Mum's the word.
Robin: Yes, I'm preparing to sail her in the Cape Cod Regatta this afternoon.
Norm: Ah, fast boat, huh?
Robin: Yes. You won't find one faster than Rebecca.
Carla: Ahem! [Rebecca hands over more money]