Dark Angel, Season 1

Max:
Excuse me. The gentleman I checked in with-

Concierge:
Your husband?

Max:
Yeah. Do you know where he went?

Concierge:
I called him a cab. Where is my ten percent?

Max:
Ten percent? Of what?

Concierge:
Either I get paid, or you don't work this hotel again.

[Max grabs him by the neck and pulls him across the desk.]

Max:
You puttin' the touch on the working girls? You think you deserve a piece of the action for sittin' here on your can, lookin' down your nose at them? I don't think so.

Concierge:
I can't breathe.

Max:
I ever hear about you shaking down my sisters again, I'll come back here and slap you like the bitch that you are. Now where did my husband go?

Concierge:
Steel Pole Saloon, Eighth and Pender.

Max [releasing him]:
Have a nice night.