Sam: Hey, Rebecca, you got to get on the phone with the distributor. I'm still out of vermouth.
Rebecca: Yeah, yeah, I'll do that this afternoon. I have to work on my own plans this morning.
Sam: Your plans for what?
Rebecca: For what I'm going to do when I buy your bar.
Sam: [laughs] Oh, those plans, right. Oh, how can I forget that?
Rebecca: You're not taking me seriously, are you, Sam?
Sam: No, no, I'm not. No, I'm not. You, the bar owner. "Hi, I'm Rebecca Howe. Welcome to my bar. Gee, you know, we're a little low on vermouth today. Maybe I ought to get on the phone and order some because, after all, this is my bar."
Rebecca: That is not funny.
Sam: Yeah, well, I guess to get it, you'd have to be a bar owner or out of vermouth and I'm both, so order it.