What’s your name, boy?
Don’t look away when I’m talking to you
You little shit
What’s your fucking name?
You think you’re so big?
You think you’re lord of the cash drawer?
You’d better give me what I want
Or you won’t be lord of shit
I’m a powerful man
I eat people twice your size for breakfast
Do you know what I do for a living?
I’m a county court judge, did you know that?
I can’t wait till I see your pimply little face in my court
Slam the hammer down so hard
You’ll regret the day you ever crossed me
How do ya like that, boy?
You think that’s funny, do ya?
Don’t lie to me, boy
I see that hint of a smile trying to creep around your lips
Don’t tell me I don’t
You little prick
Do you like this job?
I said, do you fucking like this job?
Being gainfully employed?
I’ll bet you do
I’ll bet you did
I swear to God, Jesus, and Satan Almighty
I’ll see you sleeping in a gas station parking lot
Blowing truck drivers just to get by
Sucking so much dick
You forget what real food tastes like
I’ll be your first customer, boy
And you’d better’ve learned some fucking respect by then
Where’s your manager?
Get me your goddamn manager
You little stain
Ah, good morning, sir
I take it you’re the manager of this fine establishment?
I believe there has been some miscommunication
I was just hoping that I could get another packet of salad dressing
These salads are so big, you see
And these packets so small
Yes, I realize that normally they cost extra
But I have a condition, you see
It’s difficult to explain
Yes, I understand your cashiers aren’t authorized
To give things away for free
I would never hold that against him
But he didn’t give me a chance to explain
And he was really quite rude to me
You should have heard the language he used
Absolutely horrifying, I must say
And I have my five-year-old daughter with me
She shouldn’t be exposed to that kind of language
A second package of salad dressing?
Oh, thank you so much
It’s very generous of you
I certainly hate to be of trouble
Oh, no trouble at all, you say?
Well, I surely must pay you for this extra dressing, shouldn’t I?
Don’t worry about it, you say?
You’ll take it out of his paycheck, you say?
I suppose fair is fair
His last paycheck, you say?
I hate to have lost the poor boy his job
But I suppose adults can’t be allowed to act that way
No, I think I’ll take it to go
I have to go meet someone
At the gas station, of all places
I do hope he doesn’t keep me waiting