[While approaching the annoying cigar smokers.]
Henry Desalvo:
Gentlemen; would you mind putting out your cigars, please?
Bruce:
Come again?
Henry Desalvo:
I asked, would you mind putting out your cigars, please?
Bruce:
As a matter of fact I would mind.
Henry Desalvo:
Well you see the reason I asked -- all due respect -- is because I got a great New York strip over there cost me twenty-seven dollars and change, and it tastes like I'm eating a cigar.
Bruce:
Well, first of all, Ace: you're eating a steak at a place called "Joe's Stone Crab"? And secondly, there's no rule that says we can't smoke.
Henry Desalvo:
Well, first of all: My name is not Ace. And number two: I'm not talking about rules, here, I'm talking about manners. You see, there is no rule that says I can't come over here and fart on your entree, but I don't do it. Why? Because it isn't good manners. Now I will ask you again in the nicest way to please, put out the cigars, okay?
[Bruce blows smoke in Henry's face and laughs with his friends. Finally snapping, Henry grabs the cigar, snaps Bruce's fingers and puts out his cigar in his drink. Shocked, the others follow suit.]
Henry Desalvo:
Thank you.
Bruce:
[Pained] I hope you realize you've just committed assault.
Henry Desalvo:
I know, I know. You know, I remember time was you actually had to hit somebody.
