Nick: What can I get you to drink, Angie?
Angie: Oh, no, I don't... I just want to... hang out.
Nick: I've got this rule. Never cross the bar. And I broke that rule, and... Look, these 18 inches of oak are the only thing that separates me from guys like Sid over there. No disrespect. I got your next round.
Angie: Well, I don't have any rules.
Nick: Don't do... don't... No customers...behind the bar. Oh, Sid, you gotta... You're killing me. Sit down and drink your beer.