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.]