Walter: Sorry, Sam. I can't fix the jukebox here. Got to take it back to the shop and open her up. I'll go get the guys.
Cliff: Take it back to the shop, my foot. That's the biggest ploy in the fix-it racket, Sammy. You know they tell you that just so they can jack up the price on you. Trust me. All this baby needs is one swift, good... [thuds, rattles, clanks, clangs] Shop time.