Casablanca

[Instrumental] 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 world...she 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