Bartender: You ain't applying for a job, are you, Missy?
Erza: Well, well... actually, yes, I am. I'm an entertainer.
Man: Hey, darlin'.
(A man grabs at Erza and he elbows him)
Erza: Not that kind of entertainer. I'm a singer.
Bartender: A singer, heh? Well, a singer don't got to be no great beauty.
Patron: Why... why don't you sing for us, honey?