(Jake handcuffs one of Nash's arm, the other cuff is on Jake)
Jake: Howdy, Bridges.
Nash: Jake, what are 'ya doin'?
Jake: I'm takin' you back to San Francisco.
Nash: Jake, get those off of me.
Joe: What are you doin'? This is your boss.
Nash: Are you nuts?
Jake (pulls out paperwork): I no longer take orders from this man, per Inspector Cross and the Mayor's office. (starts to walk off, Nash is resistant)
Nash: Jake, stop pulling on me damnit. (grabs a hold of a slot machine, as Jake tugs on him) You better stop pullin' on me or I'll knock you out.
Jake: Let go Bridges or I'll drag you and that machine back to Frisco.
Joe (seeing a worker walk by with bags of change, yells to Nash): Quarters?
Nash: Dollars! (Joe hits Jake over the head with a bag of money, Jake passes out) Alright, give me your keys, quick, before this bastard comes to. (Joe hands Nash the handcuff key, Nash tries to unlock the handcuffs, but can't) Aw, man, he's broken somethin' off in here.
Joe: He's smarter than he looks.
Nash: He's a damn human ball and chain.
Joe: Do you magic thing, man. Just slip out of 'em.
Nash: That's not magic, that's a trick. Uh... Uh, get security.
Joe: Alright, alright. I'm goin'. (walks off)
Nash (to the crowd forming around him): Uh, this man was makin' threats against Siegfried and Roy. Don't worry about it, move along. We got it under control.