Sam: Boss, ain't you goin' to bed?
Rick: Not right now
Sam: You plannin' on goin' to bed in the near future?
Rick: No
Sam: You ever goin' to bed?
Rick: NO!
Sam: Well I ain't sleepy either...
Rick: Good, now have a drink.
Sam: No not me boss.
Rick: Then don't have a drink.
Sam: Boss let's get outa here.
Rick: No Sam... I'm waiting for a lady.
Sam: Please Boss, let's go... Ain't nothin' but trouble for ya here.
Rick: She's comin' back... I know she's comin' back.
Sam: We'll take the car and drive all night... We'll get drunk... We'll go fishin' and stay away until she's gone...
Rick: Shutup and go home will ya?
Sam: No Sir... I'm stayin' right here... goes over to the piano, turning it and pulling the bench down...
Rick: They grab Bogati and she walks in... well... that's the way it goes... one in one out...
Sam: beginning to play something on the piano...
Rick: Sam?
Sam: Yes boss?
Rick: If it's December 1941 in Casablanca... what time is it in New York?
Sam: I... My watch stopped.
Rick: I bet they're asleep in New York... I bet they're asleep all over America... pounds his fist on the table... Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world... she walks into mine...holds his head in his hand... What's that you're playin'?
Sam: Oh jus' a little somethin' on my own.
Rick: Well stop it ... you know what I want to hear...
Sam: No I don't.
Rick: You played it for her... you can play it for me.
Sam: Well I don't think I can remember...
Rick: If she can stand it I can... Play it!
Sam: Yes boss... begins playing... "As Time Goes By"
Still doesn't have another song...