[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