He ought to have the screws put to him.
Am I right, or am I right?

- Don't you think...?
- I asked you a question, Sammy.

- What was that?
- You know what was that.

Am I right, or am I right?
- You're right, sergeant.
- You can say that again.

You're all right, Sammy. You're okay.
- Are you all right?
- I'm all right.

I'll be right back.
I just need a little air.

- Can I get you anything?
- He's all right. You heard him.

- Let's have another round.
- There isn't time.

What kind of a brush is this?
What's the matter, Jew boy?

Afraid we'll drink all your
stinking wonderful liquor?

I didn't wanna hear anybody
yelling at anybody.

I decided not to go back.
The air felt good.
I must have started to walk.
I don't remember.
I remember a street sign.
I couldn't read it.
I don't know how far I walked.
It must have been a long way.
I don't know what the place looked like
on the outside or how I got there...

... but I remember looking up
and seeing this girl...

... this Ginny...
- What did you say your name was?
- Ginny. Because I'm from Virginia.

- I sure get tired of it here.
- What do you work here for then?

For laughs, dear. For laughs.
- Every night?
- Every night.

- To nothing.
- Until when?

- Till we close.
- Then what?

Then I sleep. Me and myself
in my great big bed. We sleep.

- I could have killed my girlfriend. She...
- You got that in quick, didn't you?

- Drink up and be nice.
- You know what I'd like to do?