Sam: Boss? Boss?Rick: Yeah?Sam: Boss, ain’t you going to bed?Rick: Not right nowSam: Ain’t you planning on going to bed in the near future?Rick: NoSam: You ever going to bed?Rick: No!Sam: Well, I ain’t sleepy, eitherRick: Good, then have a drinkSam: Not me, bossRick: Then don’t have a drinkSam: Boss, let’s get out of hereRick: No, sir. I’m waiting for a ladySam: Please, let’s go. Ain’t nothing but trouble for you hereRick: She’s coming back, I know she’s coming backSam: We’ll take the car and drive all night. We’ll get drunk, we’ll go fishing, stay away until she’s goneRick: Shut up and go home, will you?Sam: No, sir, I’m staying right hereRick: 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 stoppedRick: 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: Just a little something of my ownRick: Stop it. You know what I want to hearSam: No, I don’tRick: You played it for her, you can play it for meSam: I don’t think I can rememberRick: If she can stand it, I can. Play it!Sam: Yes, boss