Sam: Boss? Boss?
Rick: Yeah?
Sam: Boss, ain't you going to bed?
Rick: Not right now
Sam: Ain't you planning on going to bed in the near future?
Rick: No
Sam: You ever going to bed?
Rick: No!
Sam: Well, I ain't sleepy, either
Rick: Good, then have a drink
Sam: Not me, boss
Rick: Then don't have a drink
Sam: Boss, let's get out of here
Rick: No, sir. I'm waiting for a lady
Sam: Please, let's go. Ain't nothing but trouble for you here
Rick: She's coming back, I know she's coming back
Sam: We'll take the car and drive all night. We'll get drunk, we'll go fishing, stay away until she's gone
Rick: Shut up and go home, will you?
Sam: No, sir, I'm staying right here

Rick: They grab Ugarte, then she walks in. Well, that's the way it goes. One in, one out. Sam?
Sam: Yes, boss?
Rick: If it's December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?
Sam: What? My watch stopped
Rick: I bet they're asleep in New York, I bet they're asleep all over America. Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world... she walks into mine. What's that you're playing?
Sam: Just a little something of my own
Rick: Stop it. You know what I want to hear
Sam: No, I don't
Rick: You played it for her, you can play it for me
Sam: I don't think I can remember
Rick: If she can stand it, I can. Play it!
Sam: Yes, boss