Casablanca

SAM: Boss? Boss? RICK: yeah?
SAM: Boss, ain't you going to bed?
RICK: Not right now
SAM: Ain't you plannin' on goin' to
Bed in the near future? RICK: No
SAM: You ever going to bed? RICK: No!
SAM: Well, I ain't sleepy, either
RICK: Good, then have a drink
SAM: No, not me, boss
RICK: Then don't have a drink
SAM: Boss, let's get out of here
RICK: No, sir i'm waiting for a lady
SAM: Please boss, let's go ain't nothing but
Trouble for you here
RICK: She's coming back
I know she's coming back
SAM: We'll take the car and drive all
Night we'll get drunk, we'll go fishing
Stay away until she's gone
RICK: Shut up and go home, will you?!
SAM: No, sir, I'm staying right here
RICK: They grab Ugarte, then
She walks in well
That's the way it goes one in, one out sam?
SAM: Yes, boss?
RICK: If it's December 1941 in Casablanca
What time is it in New York?
SAM: What? My watch stopped
RICK: I bet they're asleep in New York
I bet they're asleep all over America of
All the gin joints in all
The towns in all the worldshe walks
Into mine what's that you're playing?
SAM: Oh, just a little something of my own
RICK: Oh stop it
You know what I want to hear
SAM: No, I don't
RICK: You played it for her
You play it for me
SAM: I don't think I can remember
RICK: If she can stand it, I can play it!
SAM: Yes, boss