Joey: You know what? Bet you I could fit in there.
Chandler: I got five bucks says you can't.
Joey: Get out your checkbook, mister.
Chandler: Oh, I think I have the cash.
Joey: [from inside the cabinet] You are dog, man. I totally fit.
Chandler: Yeah. You got me. I'm out five big ones. [Chandler puts a plank of wood through the handles, then slides Joey five bucks] There you go.
Joey: Thank you. Cha-ching. Oh, well, hello, Mr. Lincoln. Better luck next time, buddy. And the drinks are on me.