L.A. Law1986

[Becker, Markowitz, and Kelsey are loudly arguing over which one of them will get the late Norman Chaney's office]

Arnie Becker:
I had dibs on this office the day he croaked!

Stuart Markowitz:
Forget it, Arnie! It doesn't work that way!

Ann Kelsey:
You move in here Arnie, and I will scratch the paint off your Porsche!

[McKenzie enters]

Leland McKenzie:
SHUT UP!

[Becker, Markowitz and Kelsey are now silent]

Leland McKenzie:
Do you realize that your bickering can be heard throughout the complex? Keep this in mind: if you three cannot find some mature and intelligent matter in which to settle this within the next three minutes, this office will be turned into a conference room!

[McKenzie exits and closes the office door shut]

Arnie Becker:
All right. Under the circumstances and given the absence of time, there is only one way to settle this.

Ann Kelsey:
What?

[Becker removes his suit jacket and holds out his clenched fists]

Stuart Markowitz:
Arnie!

Arnie Becker:
Come on, we haven't got a lot of time. Get 'em out there. Get them out!

[Markowitz and Kelsey hold out their fists and it is shown that they are playing 'potatos']

Arnie Becker:
One potato/two potato/three potato/four. Five potato/six potato/seven potato/more. [to Kelsey] Out. One potato/two potato/three potato/more. Five potato/six potato/seven potato... more.

Stuart Markowitz:
[to Becker; smirks] Out.