Sam: Hey, come on, Norm, Carla, listen we can still win this thing, right? We, we've got the green beer, we've got the band. All we've got to do is get rid of this wall somehow and hustle like there's no tomorrow. All we need is, uh, well, a little winning attitude, right?
Carla: There you go.
Sam: A little positivity. Hey, fellas, do me a favor, play us a little something to get us in the mood.
Norm: Yeah.
Irish Band: [sing] They broke into our Dublin home The dirty English dogs They took away my sister And they beat my da with logs Limey scum, limey scum I toss a bomb and still they come...
Irish Singer: Everybody!
Irish Band: [sing] Limey scum, limey scum...
[time lapse:]
Irish Band: [sing] And everywhere I looked Was death, death, death Everywhere I looked Was death, death, death. [Woody is the only person to applaud]
Irish Singer: And now, for a sad song. [mournful melody]
Irish Band: [sing] 'Twas a baby's crib that floated
Sam: No! No! No! No! No baby's crib! Stop it. Here, get the hell out of here, will you? Take your money. Go on, get out.
Irish Singer: Go to hell.