Henri: I suggest a little competition. All right, here's what we do. We shall collect phone numbers from beautiful women. Whoever has the most phone numbers at midnight will be acknowledged as the world's greatest ladies' man.
Carla: That's a great idea.
Alan: Hey, take him, Sammy!
Norm: Yeah, put him in his place.
Sam: Don't listen to this. It's a stupid idea.
Henri: Oh. Do I hear a scaredy-cat's tune?
Sam: Would you grow up, Henri?
Henri: Scaredy-cat, scaredy-cat, scaredy-cat.
Sam: Hey, hey, stop that. Hey, please, will ya? Maybe ten years ago I would have taken this silly bet. But I'm, I'm older, and I'm a little wiser.
Henri: Oh, well, maybe you're right, Sam. Maybe we don't need to compete. [sighs] I'll simply be king of ladies' men and you'd be the mayor of Scaredy-Cat Town. You'd better hurry. I am about to get my first number.