Emma: What're they doing?
Regina [smiles]: They're fighting for the right to woo you.
Emma: They WHAT?
Regina: They're turning into Neanderthals who think they can pressure you into choosing your future mate through display of maculine prowess.
Emma: How long has this been going on?
Regina: They started after their second beers... now they're at their fifth, I think. Look at the score, Hook leads by one but if Neal wins this poker game, they're even again.
Emma: Who's keeping score?
Regina: Leroy. I gave him 20 dollars for it.
Emma: ...
Regina [smiles]: This whole thing wasn't my idea, I just assigned a referee.
Emma: You seem to enjoy this... this insanity.
Regina: Sure, I do. I'm going to suggest a dance-off later, maybe even a strip-off...
Emma: ...
Regina: I find men fighting over women who don't want them amusing, sue me.
Emma: Who says that I don't want at least one of them?
Regina [smiles knowingly]: ...
Emma: All right, maybe... and that's exactly why they shouldn't even be doing this. I'm gonna stop it.
Regina: Too bad. I'm pretty sure the pirate would have won the dance-off. Neal isn't really a dancer, is he?
Emma: Stop it, they... they both have their... respective skills.
Regina: So do I, dear.
Emma [smiles]: I know.
Regina: ...
Emma: Okay, I will shut this down now... will I see you tonight?
Regina: Come by the mansion later... I think I have another skill I can impress you with.
Emma: I'm sure you do.
[They smile at each other, Regina hops from the bar stool and leaves, Emma watches her go with a smile.]
