J.D.: You know what, I should probably go. It's late. I forgot to pay my check. There's a credit card for you. It's quiet in here. I think the music went off again. Someone want to tap that juke box for me? No? Okay. Wow! You guys can stare off a long time without letting your eyes blink. That's amazing. That's- I try and do that and I can never really do it when I've tried.
Bartender: Sorry, the machine's busted.
J.D.: Unfortunate. Okay. Thank you, Frank. I will pay cash. Ben Franklin here should take care of things. A one hundred dollar bill.
Bartender: I don't got change for that.
J.D.: He doesn't got change. That's how he says that. Okay. Mmh. Surely, one of my lady friends could... No. All right. You know what? I'm going to pay one hundred dollars for that Appletini. I like you. You're a good barman. You never tease me when I order the 'tinis.
Bartender: Drink 'em myself.
J.D.: Good Night. [walks away, returns] I can't spend a hundred dollars on an Appletini! It's absurd! That's like ten Tinis, with a tip! No, that must be something else I can buy. How much is that weird melted fox tale?
Bartender: Actually, that's a beard.
J.D.: You can probably keep that then. It's probably a family heirloom. You know what, Frank? I'm gonna do it. One hundred dollars for one Appletini, that was frankly light on the 'tini. All right. Good night. I found a fiver in my pocket.
Melody: No!
J.D.: Keep that too.