this it?
DANCER: Yeah, they look familiar -
(She hands the paper with the DMV license information back to GRISSOM.)
DANCER: ... from the neck up. I must've given them four, five lap dances each. They made my night.
CATHERINE: So, they were George.
(GRISSOM looks up at them. CATHERINE supplies an explanation.)
CATHERINE: Big tippers.
DANCER: No. They weren't the ones paying for it. The other couple was.
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DANCER: I didn't get a good look at the other two, but they slid that money across the table ... mmm, brick this big. So, like I said, they just wanted to doggie in the window.
(GRISSOM looks from the DANCER to CATHERINE.)
CATHERINE: (explains) Watch.
DANCER: And they were subbing drinks left and right.
(Again, GRISSOM looks from the DANCER to CATHERINE.)
CATHERINE: Ordering clear drinks to keep the party going. What'd they order?
DANCER: Two vodkas, two soda waters.
CATHERINE: Guess who got the hard stuff.
DANCER: Hi. Would you like a dance?
(GRISSOM takes off his glasses. While CATHERINE'S on the phone, she keeps an eye on GRISSOM. She finishes her conversation.)
CATHERINE: Uh, I got to be at the courthouse. Apparently, there's a last-minute evidentiary hearing in the Sam Braun case. I need to be there.
DANCER: You sure you don't want a dance? I could be your specimen. You could be my mad scientist.
CATHERINE: He already is, sweetheart. Thanks.