"You know, all you gotta do is just be nice to people and they'll listen to everything you say."
"That's great, thanks for the advice. Bye."
"See, there you go again, you know if you were to say something like, "Have a good night, be safe on your way home' people would leave much faster than you all comin up on us and taking away our drinks."
"I'm sure they would. That's why you and your four friends are still in here and everyone else left ten minutes ago. You didn't hear the announcement over the PA? Cause I'm pretty sure everyone else did and look... They're gone... So now, you need to get out."
"Oh, you think your so big. I bet you think your pretty special huh?"
"Not really. I just have a liquor license to keep here. Which means you have to get out."
"Uh huh, I'm sure."
"Well, it doesn't matter, I'm waiting for someone."
"Get out. They'll be right behind you."
"Who's your manager? I wanna have a talk with him about you."
"Get the fuck out. The bar closed fifteen minutes ago, the lights are on, the music's off and you've been asked to leave twenty times, now just leave."
"No, I wanna talk to your manager. This is fuckin bullshit. "
"You still being here is bullshit. Call and talk to the owner in the morning, and make sure you get my name too ok? It's Mike, not Mikhail, Mica, Miguel, just Mike. Don't worry I'm the only Mike here. The owner will know who I am and make sure you tell him you were in here past closing and being a bitch too."
"Fuck this, I don need this kind of disrespect. I'm leaving."
"Thanks! Bout time!"
"Oh, don you worry, I'm gonna call tomorrow."
"You do that."