Carla: Coach, I need a draught.
Coach: One draught coming up.
Carla: Careful. For the record, Coach.
Coach: Carla, the record's in the bag. I've got less than four hours and five glasses to go.
Carla: Yeah, don't get cocky.
Coach: Carla, I can't lose. I've never broken five glasses in four hours in my life. Here, watch this. [throws a glass on the floor]
Carla: Coach, you swept out the feathers.
Coach: Coach, feathers are for chickens. Here. [throws another]
Carla: All right, you made your point.
Coach: Made my point, Carla? Watch this. [throws another] Whoops.
Carla: Coach, you know, you're only two away now.
Coach: [holding two glasses] Two away, Carla? Do you know what I think of two away?
Carla: What?
Coach: It scares the hell out of me.