Bar Guy: We're sorry about your boyfriend, ma'am. Terrible loss.
Tulip: You all should be sorry. We robbed you assholes blind. That wasn't my boyfriend and he wasn't dead. We came in here played you all for the idiots you all are, took your money and drank your beer. So, put your goddamn hats back on and tell me which one of you banjo-loving bitches has got the balls to earn your money back.