Happy Hour





Michael:Hey, you embarrassed my friends in front of me and I'm gonna need you to go back over to the table and apologize.
Bar Manager:Then I am sorry that I didn't kick you out.
Michael:I am here with my employees. I am here on a date. Hello.
Bar Manager:Well, uh, I'm the manager here, sir.
Michael:Well, it just so happens that I am a manager too. And the way I manage people is that I touch their hearts and souls with humor, with love and maybe a dash of razzle-dazzle. And I don't see that from you.
Bar Manager:Is that how you do it?
Michael:Yes it is. I am writing a book about it.
Bar Manager:Really? How much have you written?
Michael:I've written all of it... in my head.
Bar Manager:Oh.
Michael:If you're really interested, it's called 'Somehow I Manage' and there's going to be a picture of me on the cover, shrugging, with my sleeves rolled up.
Bar Manager:Huh. Have you read Lee Iacocca's? It's a classic.
Michael:Read it? I own it. But no, I have not read it.
Bar Manager:Dude, tonight! You're not going to want to put it down. It's gonna make you want to go out and buy a Chrysler tomorrow.
Michael:I own a Chrysler.
Bar Manager:Shut up.
Michael:No, you shut up.
Bar Manager:What's your drink?
Michael:Grenadine.
Bar Manager:What?