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Andy: (handing Ponch money) That should about cover it. Ponch: Cover what? What's that for, Andy? Andy: You know I don't take freebies, Ponch. I mean, you know that about me. It's for all this, that's what it's for. Ponch: You're my guest, Andy. I invited you to dinner. If it was going to be Dutch treat I would've said so, but it isn't. Here, put your money away, man. Andy: Don't patronize me, eh, Ponch! Ponch: I beg your pardon, Andy. Andy: You think I don't know? You really think I don't know why you invited me here tonight? Well I got news for you, pal. I understand perfectly. Jon: Come on, you're a guest here -- Ponch: Hey, it's okay, Jon. Okay, Andy, why do you think I invited you here? Tell us what you think? Andy: You think I'm crazy, don't you? Just take a look at the look on your face. First Jon, then Ponch. It's as plain as day, you know. I got news for you, you guys can go pound sand. You, and you, and Getraer, AND ALL OF YA! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, that better cover it, and if you don't like it, you can sue me. (sips his wine, walks out) Jon: What brought all that on?