Waiting Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Waiting Script





Ha, ha, ha.

Home sweet home.



Thanks, Cochise.



No, you fucking idiot! I've worked

at a restaurant my whole life.



Shit! It gonna be

that kind of a party,



I'm gonna stick my dick

in the mashed potatoes!



- Guess who. Hi, Dean. It's Mom.

- Ah, shit.



I know you're not gonna

forget lunch with me,



but I thought I'd call

just to make sure.



Oh, hey.



I forgot you were here.



Yeah, I know. I know.



- What?

- Nothing.



I'll see you at work, okay?



Hey, there, Natasha.

How's my favorite minor doing today?



Hung over.

I got so shitty last night.



On a school night?

Kids today.



I must say, there's nothing more attractive

than tainted youth.



Yes. I am indeed a pervert.



- Does that offend you?

- Nope.



I think that most tainted youths

end up being perverts.



Good answer.



Oh, and Monty,

just so you know,



I'm only a minor

for another week.



I turn    on Wednesday.



Well, then I guess I better hurry up then.

I don't have much time.



- Hey, Dan.

- Hey, Monty.



- How you doing?

- Good. This is Mitch. It's his first day.



I want you to show him around.

Train him on everything while it's slow,



and when the dinner rush hits,

we'll have him watch the training videos.



Mitch, just listen to

what Monty says today,



and we'll have you out

on the floor by early next week.



- Sound good?

- Yeah.



All right then. Give him a quick tour

before your shift starts.



Good stuff.



Well, Mitch, first thing.

You ever worked in a restaurant before?



- Actually, yeah...

- Well, it doesn't really matter anyway.



Working in a restaurant's

all about learning a routine.



Everything that Dan wants me

to show you, teach you,



all that can be learned

in a few hours.






if you wanna work here,



in this restaurant,



I really think that

you need to ask yourself



one simple question.



How do you feel about

frontal male nudity?



- What the heck...

- Pretty fucked up, huh?



You see, the reason that I ask

is most of the guys that work here



like to play this little game that involves

flashing their genitalia to each other.



- Are you serious?

- Yes, I'm serious.



Now, the exact object

of the game



is to get the other participants to unknowingly

look at your testicles and/or penis.



And if they do, you ridicule them mercilessly

for being a fag



and get to kick them

in the ass.



- But that's...

- I know. I know.



It's demented, depraved,




All true.



Now there are rules to the game...

different variations on how to show your dick



and/or balls which allow for more kicks.



But we're gonna get

into that later.



Right now, the first thing

that you have to do



is look deep inside yourself and figure out

if you can take an eyeful of that.



So are you taking any interesting classes

this semester?



Well, yeah.

I'm only taking the two classes,



but I like 'em both.



I really like my teachers.

Cool guys.



Both have mustaches,

which is a little weird.



- Well, that's just terrific.

- Yeah.



- Guess who I ran into yesterday?

- Who's that?



Nancy Miller and her son Chet.

You remember Chet Miller, don't you?



Oh, yeah.

I remember Chet. Yeah.



- I haven't seen that guy since high school.

- Well, he was away at college.






Didrt you two have all the same

honors classes together?



Yeah, we sure did.



- Yeah, it sounds like he's doing really well.

- I'll bet.



Seems he just graduated with

a bachelor's degree in electrical engineering.



Wow. His parents must

really be proud, huh?



Well, I'm gonna go.

Always love these get-togethers.



I think we really

broke through there.



Let me tell you something.

My trainer, that bastard,



he didn't prewarn me at all.



He set me up big time.



- Right around that corner.

- Okay.



Look at the log, bitch.



There are few things

in this world more unsettling



than going into the back

to grab condiments,



and ending up staring

at a huge, steaming pile of cock.



Hey, Serena.



- Hey, babe.

- What's up, Hangover?



I'm not hung over.



- Oh, you and Monty were crazy last night.

- Yeah, it was cool.



How about you?

You have a good time?



I would've had a better time if somebody

hadrt been ignoring me all night.



Was that me?



Think Monty and I got

a little carried away.



- Oh, I swear, when you two are together.

- You're perverts! All of you.



If you guys can go five minutes without

referencing your genitals, I'll be amazed.



I know what you're thinking now.



You think we're all gay, don't you?



Think we're all just a bunch

of deviant lifestyle-living,



same-sex having motherfuckers,

am I right?






Well, listen. You can put that faggoty baby

to bed right now.



None of the guys

that work here are gay.



I mean, I'll stick my finger in my ass every

now and again when I'm feeling squirrelly,



but that's about

the extent of it.



It's absolutely true.

I've seen him do it.



See what I mean?




Hey, I've seen you use

more than a finger.



- Oh!

- Bye, babe.



- What's up, buddy?

- Nothir, man. What's going on?



What? What?



- What's wrong?

- I'll tell you later.



Listen, man. You got nothing

to worry about. It's just a game.



- Exactly.

- And besides, you know,



if heterosexual men can't show

their cocks to each other,



- then what the hell are we doing here?

- Amen, brother.



You're adorable.



Hey, Bishop.

This is Mitch.



He's the new guy.



I want you to do

a couple things for me.



First, I want you to observe very closely

your surroundings today.



Take everything in.



Leave no mental stone unturned.



Can you do that for me, Mitch?






Then I want you think about



what your life would be like

if you had been born blind.



Thanks, Bishop.



Go. Go, go, go, go, go.



As you can see,

this is a wait station.



This is where you're gonna get the ice,

the soft drinks, the condiments,



the doggie bags,

et cetera and so forth.



That's the computer where you're gonna put

the food and drink orders in.



I hate this fucking place

sometimes, you know.



Why the fuck do we need four more people

on at this time of day, man?



Look at this place!

It's fucking dead.



I swear, Dan needs to clean the shit

out of his fucking brain sometimes, man.



Fucking asshole.

What are you looking at, fuckwad?



That's Naomi. And she's been

working here way too long.



But she's actually a pretty sweet girl

when she's drunk. Let's go.



Come on, baby.

It's nothir like that.



It's true. You just treat me

like a piece of meat.



Not just any piece of meat, baby.

A prime rib.



- Really?

- Uh-huh. Baby, you're oozir with sexuality.



Yeah, but why does it always

have to be about my looks?



Just 'cause I dress slutty

doesn't mean I am slutty.



Okay. This is for deliveries.

There's the Dumpster for the trash.



Also, if you wanna get out of the restaurant

and chill out, here you go.



And these two fun-Ioving pieces of wannabe

gangster shit are Nick and Theodore.



How many fucking times I told you, man?

It's the fucking T-dog, yo.



- Sorry, G.

- Hey, yo, bitch.



What makes you think

I won't cut you?



Aw. Come on, now, dog.



You know I'm just fucking with you.



You know I give you the mad,

phat, superfly, stupid-dope,



dumb-ass, retarded,

bomb-shit props.



Yo, it's almost  :   dog.

Let's go.



Those guys should be sterilized.

And I'm not kidding at all.



You don't talk much,

do you, Mitch?



- Actually, you haven't really given...

- That's okay.



'Cause I didn't talk much when I first started

working here either.



You just gotta get used

to your surroundings.



- What's up, Poncho?

- Hey, Raddimus. How you doir?



Actually, more importantly,

how are you and Danielle doing?



I saw that you guys

were arguing, and...



Shit, you know, it would be

a shame if you guys broke up.



You two are

really good together.



Fuck off, okay. Even if we did break up,

you stand no chance in hell, man.



She got this thing about dating grown men

who've had sex with   -year-old girls.



See, that's the problem

with women, okay?



They're always trying to project

their own values on you.




Anyway, this is Mitch.



He just started today,

so I thought I'd give you the pleasure



of explaining the finer points

of the game to him.



Oh, virgin blood.

Follow me.



Come here.

I wanna talk to you.



Thanks, Raddimus.

Be gentle.



- There you go, Dean.

- Aw, thanks, Tyla. You rock.



Yeah, Tyla, you're the coolest girl

in the whole school.



Hey, man.



Tyla, every time I look at you,

I wish I was a lesbian.



Oh, what a coincidence.

Every time I look at you,



- I'm glad I'm a lesbian.

- Ouch.



Oh, hey, Christy.

It's just Calvin callir.



Just starting to work the double.



You owe me.



No, I was kiddir.

You don't really owe me anything.



So, I was just callir ya,

'cause it's kind of dead here right now.



So, I don't know.



Give me a call back.

I'm at work.



Duh. Duh.



Come on. Talk to me, Goose.

What's wrong?



Remember Chet Miller

from high school?



- Tall guy, kind of smelled like my dad's ass?

- That's the one.



My mother told me he graduated with his

bachelor's degree in electrical engineering.



Yeah, so?



Well, you know, we were in all

the same classes in high school.



We're the same fucking age.



Well, yeah.

But electrical engineering?



- Come on. Screw that noise.

- Yeah, but come on, man.



We haven't even graduated

from community college.



Havert even got

our A.A. Degree.



Then when we do, what? What the hell

can you do with an A.A. Degree anyway?



You can get a job substitute teaching

for retarded kids or something.






That's the dish area back there.

This is where you pick up the food.



That's Floyd. Floyd!



Welcome to Thunderdome, bitch.



Okay, that's the dry area, man.

That's where we keep all the condiments.



Right over here.

This is the cooler.



The milk and vegetables, whatever.



Back here is the freezer.

You'll find the meat...



Okay, so let me tell you

about this little game we play.



I assume Monty went over

the basic idea with you, right?



- Yeah, he...

- You know the object, right?



To have the other guy

look at you naked.



Are you okay with that?



What are you, some kind of a fucking sick,

demented pervert, huh?



- No. I was... He told me.

- Come on, bro. I'm just fucking with you.



Look, man, we're all sick.

All right?



Now, look.

The main thing to remember



is to get the other guy to unknowingly

look at your cock and balls.



Okay, don't just fucking pull down your pants

and say, "Look at my dick!"



You gotta be sneaky.



I'm gonna go through the positions with you.

The first one's the easiest.



Call that one "The Look."

All right?



All you gotta do, pull down your pants

real quick, show 'em the goods.



If they look, you get to

kick 'em in the ass once.



Second one is called

"The Brain." Right?



What you gotta do is isolate your nuts

with your fist.



Okay, now, take the time

to look at it, okay?



Because it bears

a striking resemblance to...



Aha. Brain. Yeah.



Okay. For that you get

two kicks.



- So...

- The third one, I call it the "Bat Wing."



Okay. What you do is you take

the excess skin from your nuts,



and you take it and you make it flat

like paper, all right?



Now, once again, you take

the time to appreciate this.



You see that it looks all veiny and alive

like a bat wing, all right?



If they look, they get

three kicks, all right?



But you can't forget this,

all right?



You gotta call 'em

a fag, okay?



Very important.

The game loses it's meaning



if you don't humiliate them

for being a fucking meatcake.



You got that?



I just don't understand



why your mom gives you

so much shit anyway.



I don't know, man.

You know.



She's my mom. She wants me

to succeed in life.



Yeah. Whatever the hell that means.



Jesus, I'm just glad

my mom's not like that.



So I called your house

today at  :  .



You were still asleep,

werert you?



That's an understatement.



So what did you do last night?

I trust my little angel



didn't do anything immoral.



Well, let's see.



I started by getting completely

hammered drunk. It was bad.



Then drove while intoxicated to pick up

this disease-infested prostitute.






From there, let's see. Me and the hooker

went back to my place...



The hooker and I.



Excuse me. The hooker and I

went back to my place.



And from there...



God, it was just a blur of intravenous

drug abuse and unprotected sex



while taking

the Lord's name in vain.



Dean, did you know that when Monty was

a child, everyone thought he was retarded?



Dean, doesn't my mom

look old?



I mean, like, much older

than she rightfully should?



So why aren't you and Serena still together?

I liked her.



I don't know.

I guess it got old.



We had a relationship

based on orgasms.



Oh, how charming.



You are being safe,

aren't you?



I don't think I could handle

the idea of you reproducing.



Come on, Mom.

Of course I'm being safe.



I pull out.



Yes, well, your father

pulled out too,



but we've all seen

the tragic end of that story.



You think I wanna have kids?

Absolutely not.



That's why I stick to anal sex.



If only I had been so lucky.



Okay, so that's

the Abraham Lincoln.



But remember, you have to shave it

so it looks like his beard.



Otherwise, it don't count.



Now the last one.

The last one is called "The Goat."



Okay, it's a bit trickier.

But if you can pull it off,



you are a god among men,

all right?



What you do is you take

your nuts and your dick, right?



And you tuck it underneath.



Pull your pants down,

show it, all right?



With it sticking out the backside.

You got that?



Okay, well, that just about covers

all the different variations that we have.



But you know, we're always

looking for new positions.



So next time you got a little down time,

you find yourself a little bored,



play with your nuts,

you know what I'm saying?



See what you come up with, okay?

It's all good.



All right. I really only have one thing

I wanna talk about today,



and that's teamwork.



When the dinner rush hits

and things start to get hectic,



you all have a tendency to start yelling

and screaming at one another.



That's just dumb and senseless, 'cause

you're only gonna be hurting yourselves.



Let's think about it. If you upset the hostess,

she's not gonna seat you.



If you upset the busboys, they're not gonna

care if your table's ready.



If you upset the cooks, they're not gonna care

if your food's taking too long.



- The brain!

- Ah, shit!



Oh, the brain!



I think you're all

great waiters and waitresses.



And you should be able to rely on one another

when you're in the weeds.



Remember, gang. The difference between

ordinary and extraordinary



is that little extra.



All right. That's all

I have for you today.



Let's have a great shift.



Oh, uh, push the fish.

It's about to turn.



That's it.



- Dean, can I have a word with you?

- Sure.



- Have a seat, Dean.

- Thanks, Dan.



- How long you been a waiter?

- Since I was   



so about four years.



Wow. You don't wanna be

a waiter forever, do you?



What do you mean?



Carson got promoted to GM

over at Riverside,



so we need a new

assistant manager.



I'd like to offer

the job to you.



- Are you serious?

- Heck, yeah, I'm serious.



Now I'm not gonna lie to you.

The job comes with more responsibility,



but it offers a lot more rewards.



You get full medical, dental,

two-weeks' paid vacation,



and I might add,

a hefty pay increase.



- I do pretty well.

- Cool.



It is cool.



And, let's not forget the power.



- Right.

- Control.



You tell people to do things,

and they have to do it,



or they get in trouble.



I mean, you're in the driver's seat here.

Your finger's on the button.



- Think about it.

- Okay.






- Are you okay? If you're not interested...

- No, no, no.



It's not that I'm not interested,

I just...



Sorry, Dan, just a lot of things...

Can I take a little while to think about it?



Yeah. Oh, sure.

Yeah, yeah.



Take your time.

Yeah, don't rush, you know.



Talk about it next week

or something like that.



- Cool. Thanks, Dan.

- Let me ask you something.



- What's that?

- Why don't we hang out?



- Oh. Like...

- Why don't we hang out more often?



- We do at work.

- You and me.



I was thinking to myself last night,

laying in bed, going,



"Why don't Dean and I hang out?

We're practically the same guy."



L-l-I sort of have a core group of friends.

You have your own friends and...



You know what?

You'd think I do. I don't.



- Has anyone seen Dean?

- Oh, he's in the back talking to Dan.



Yeah, you wanna know

what they're talking about?



Dan wants to make Dean

assistant fuckir manager.



- Well, did he take the job?

- I don't know. I couldn't...



He better fuckir not have.



Okay, whoa, whoa.

Hold on.



I gotta warn you. Take my car,

what do you think's gonna happen?



- Yeah, I don't really think...

- Score.









Hey, so what was that about?



Nothing important.

Just bullshit.






Hey, there, folks. My name's Dean.

I'll be your waiter today.



Can get you something to drink while

you're looking at the menus?



Hi, there, guys. My name is Serena,

and I'll be taking care of you today.



Hey, there, ladies. Hi, my name is Amy,

and I'll be your waitress today.



Is there anything I can get you to drink

while you're looking at the menus?



Yeah, I want a single shot of whiskey

and a double-shot of whiskey,



and she'll have a water.



You know, what the hell?

It's our anniversary.



Why don't you bring her

a Pepsi?



You'll be taking care of us?



I like the sound of that.



I like that.



Okay, I don't mean

to be a bitch,



but the last four times we've come here,

the food was awful.



Well, I apologize for

the food the last few times,



and we will certainly do our best

to make sure that doesn't happen again.



Yeah, that's what

the last waitress said.



- Can I get an extra side of blue cheese?

- Sir, yes, sir.



Right. Blue cheese

for you, stat.



- Have a good day, big guy.

- Thanks.



Assistant Manager Jackoff.



Come on, you won'thless dick.



Just pee.






I'll try the other hand maybe.



Goddamn it.



I can't believe you would

do that to me.



No, that's it. Do not...

Do not call me back.



Hey. Are you okay?



I'm about this close to

swearing off men altogether.



Let me get you another drink.



All right, see what

Serena's doing right there?



- She's baiting those poor saps.

- I love Patrick Swayze.



- Yeah?

- Yeah, you kind of remind me of him.



I guarantee you they're gonna

leave her a fat tip.



Women, they're so fuckir wily.



Oh, but poor, Amy.

She's a different story.



She was D.O.A.

From the very beginning.



And by extra lemon we mean enough

for our waters and then some more.



Look at the scowl

on that womars face.



- It's all my fault.

- That would be lovely.



- Thank you.

- Thank you so much.



- Don't worry.

- You are too kind.



She'll be lucky to get

ten percent.



I'm surprised you didn't

give those guys a lap dance.



Oh, what's that, jealousy?



- Women troubles, Amy?

- I just don't understand



what would compel a person to be

such a bitch to a total stranger.



- Maybe she was abused as a child.

- Oh, God. I fucking hope so.



Oh, man.

You look really pissed.



- You really are an asshole.

- Shenaniganz.



- Fuck you.

- He has a shy bladder.



- So is there...

- Mitch, go in the back, check out the cooks.



I'll be there in

a few minutes, okay?



So, what do you think

of Natasha?



- I think she's illegal.

- Yeah. I've made peace with that.



Seriously, look at her. You know

she has that Scooby-Doo tongue.



Statutory rape.



On the other hand,

maybe she is too young.



Like that's ever

stopped you before.



That is a very,

very good point.



And I'm convinced Natasha will be mine.

Thanks for the advice, buddy.



- Hey, anytime.

- Yeah.



- What's going on with you and Amy?

- What's up, Obsession?



- Shut up.

- So how long have you two been...



- Three months. Shit or get off the pot time.

- Yep.



- Has even hinted that he's aware of it?

- No, he's acting oblivious.



Are you gonna talk to her or hope you're never

forced to make an actual decision?



- I'm going with option "B".

- That's my boy.



- Have you talked to him about it?

- No. I'm playing hard to get.



Oh, but haven't you slept

with him the past five nights?



Well, not real hard to get.



She really is a little badass though.

And fun to hang out with. Laid back.



Maintenance fees are really low.

I like that.



Yeah, she's a cool chick. I'd do her.

Hell, I'd probably even pay.



I would.



I don't know, man. I'm not even

thinking about Amy right now.



- Who are you thinking about?

- Chet Miller.



Come on, man!

You're wracked with regret



just because some old fuck-boy

classmate graduated college?



Are you gonna take

the assistant manager job?



Wait. How the hell

do you know about that?



Are you fucking kidding me?

You know this place.



People with the day off

already know.



Half of me is like take the job. I could

really use the money. It's a smart move.



But the other half's like,

"Am I fucking nuts?"



Do I really wanna

end up like Dan?






Hey, Rocco?

It's Dan down at Shenaniganz.



Got another one for ya.



All right.



Not on my watch.



And there you go, folks.



Damn, boy. What the hell

took so long?



Well, you had

the two well-done steaks,



so it usually takes

a little while to cook.



Yeah, well, could you

get me some more ketchup?



Sure. No problem.



Nothir sets off the flavor

of a steak like some ketchup.



And his mouth tasted

just like buttermilk.



Hey, Monty? Could you

drop off my food, please?



I can't deal with

that bitch anymore.



No problem.



It's go time, Mitch.



Hey, there, ladies. Amy's busy

so I thought I'd bring your food out.



But I still have

some salad left.



Oh, well, would you like me to take the food

back and bring it out in a few minutes?



Yeah, and let it dry out

under the heat lamps?



Just give me the food.



Okay. There you go.



Wait. Did that waitress

listen to a word I said?



This steak is medium rare.



I asked for it medium. And I wanted

extra gravy on my mashed potatoes.



Let me ask you something.

How hard is your job?



How intelligent do you have to be

to take a food order?



- Jesus!

- Ma'am.



Ma'am, you're absolutely right,

and I apologize.



I'm gonna get this fixed

for you right away.



Good. Now I can

finish my salad.






Gentlemen, we have our first

official bee-atch of the day.



Oh, come on, guys.

She wasrt that bad, was she?



Well, Amy, it's your table.

You decide.



She was a fucking bitch!

Do it.



Yo, we need to get

some fucking hydroponics



so we can grow

our own shit, yo.



Hells, yes. Soon as we get the hydro,

we can run this city like the fuckir mob.



I swear, we gotta grow it, smoke it, sell it.

We'd be a fucking pimp.



Yo, and you know the bitches

be lovir that shit.



We'll get more fuckir puss

than Busta, more than Dre,



more than fuckir Snoop Dogg.



So it's on then?

We're getting the fucking hydro.



We're gonna run this city

like the motherfucking mob.



The first thing we do is add a little extra gravy

to the mashed potato.



Ah, that's it. Good job, buddy.

Nice one.



Followed by a thin spread

of cheese for your garlic bread.



- Some "fromunda" cheese.

- Yeah, make us proud.



Fresh from the taint.

We like this. Good.



- Up next, what we're gonna do...

- How about a little guacamole for the steak?



Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?



Come on, man. You can't be mixing

Mexican and Continental.



Come on, man.

I thought you was better than that.



All right.

How about a little garlic salt?



That's what I'm talking about.

Finesse, baby!



These guys have

a deep commitment to their job.



Finally, a garnish

of alfalfa sprouts.



Adds a touch of cla...



Touch of class to any meal.



There we go.



Oh, God.



Good stuff.



I'll pull out my motherfuckir shotty.



Pull up like John Gotti.



I'll have the motherfucker on the carpet.

I fucked that bitch!



Hell, yeah, motherfucker.

We be down...



Okay, Nicholas,

Theodore. Boys.



It doesn't take ten minutes

to take out the trash.



Now, if you don't get your asses out front

and start doing some work,



I'm gonna fire you faster than you can say,

"Yo, MTV Raps."



- Yes, sir.

- I'm sorry?



- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.



Hey, Rocco.



Yeah, right there.



Here you go, ma'am.



I had the chefs take

extra special care of it for you.



I'm truly sorry

for the inconvenience.



You know, we should probably feel guilty,

but she broke the cardinal rule:



Don't fuck with people

that handle your food.



All right. How you guys doir?

Everything prepared okay?



Could be better.

It'll do.



I'm sorry. Is there anything

I can do to make it better?



Yeah, get me an extra roll.



And bring me the check.






No problem.



And I'm gonna sing

that bitch a fucking    .



All right then, Calvin.



Just relax and start

at the beginning.






About three months ago I just finished my shift,

and I really had to take a piss.



So, I go into the bathroom.



And I'm at the urinal,

just waiting for the flow,



minding my own business.



When I notice out of

my peripheral vision



the guy standing next to me

was looking straight at my dick.



He's just staring at it

like they're old pals.



I could practically hear

what he was thinking.



"Whoa. That's a nice dick."



And that's it.



Since that time, I haven't been able

to use a public bathroom.






And the next time I tried to take a leak,

I could've sworn



the guy standing next to me was staring at me,

and I freaked.



Quit staring at my dick!



In retrospect, I think

I might've been mistaken.



What about the stall?



No, it didn't work either.



Every time I go to take a piss, I get the image

of that guy's eyes on my shank.



And then that's when

I start hearing the voices.






I get this paranoid feeling

there are people outside the stall,



and they know I'm having

a difficult time taking a piss.



I can hear them saying,

"What's taking him so long?



Why can't he just piss

like a normal person?



I don't hear any peel"



I'm really fucked up.



Psychosomatic auditory




Most people have to pay

for such a thing.



So what the hell should I do?



Well, first,



you need to think about how this problem

affects other parts of your personality.



- Oh.

- See, I recommend...



Oh, bro, that ain't right, man.



- Take a look at the bat wing, bitch!

- Oh, it's so veiny.



Damn, Raddimus. Does Danielle know that

you like to go both ways? How does that work?



Sweet victory.



Good job, asshole.



I'm sorry. Go ahead.



Hello, sir. My name is Monty.

This is my trainee, Mitch.



- How are you doing today?

- Oh, I'm slipping gradually into senility.



Really? Do you consider that

a good thing or a bad thing?



Well, it's a mixed bag.



It's good in the sense that

I can take walks in my underwear.



I can give small children

the middle finger.



But as long as I look happy

while I'm doing it,



people just assume I'm senile.



Yeah, so what's the bad?



Well, sometimes I give

small children the middle finger



and don't realize I'm doing it

until someone slaps me.



So I really am going senile.



Alzheimer's can't be all bad.



You get a chance to meet

new people every day.



- I like you, Monty.

- I like you too, sir.



I like you too, Monty.



So what could I get you

to drink?



I trust you.



You know what?

You can count on me, sir.



I don't even care if

he gives me a poor tip,



that is the coolest old man

I've met in my entire life.



- How's your table?

- Couple of hicks.



- Yikes.

- Yeah, but the check total's $  



so even if they tip    percent

I should make    bucks.



You're a bastard. So far I've made

   percent of jack shit.






There you go, buddy.

It's all you.



Thanks a lot.

We'll see you next time.



How much did they leave you?



$ .  .



No fucking way.



Excuse me, sir.

You forgot your change.



No. That's for you.

That's your tip.



Oh, no, no, no.

I insist. You take it.



You obviously need this

more than I do.



I wanna speak to your manager now, please.

This is horse shit.



Okay, Mitch, you see what

Dean did there?



Don't ever do that.



- What, did he stiff you?

- He might as fucking well have.



Two bucks on a $   check.



Oh, damn.

That is pretty shitty.



For insulting me I should get some free

gift certificates and a key chain and a hat.



Absolutely, sir. Yes.



And how about a couple of sundaes

with some nuts on 'em?



Yeah, I will have Natasha

take down all your information,



and I will make sure corporate

sends those to you.



You're gonna mail me a sundae?

I want it now.



Get in here. You wanna explain to me

what the heck you were thinking?



Insulting a customer like that?



You're right. I know.

I know. He just...



I'm having a really bad day, Dan, and that guy

caught me at the worst possible moment.



- I'm sorry. I lost it.

- You're sorry?



I don't understand.

I've never gotten a complaint on you.



And you had to pick the day

I offer you a promotion?



I promise you it won't

happen again, okay?



Opportunity is knocking at the door.

If you don't wanna answer it, fine.



There are people who

would jump at the chance.



Calvin is chomping at the bit

for this job.



I am offering you an opportunity to take it

to the next level, earn more money.



I want an answer by the end

of your shift... tonight!



And Dean,

this is an exploding offer.



I don't work within

the exact boundaries of the law,



because I wasrt consulted

when the goddamn laws were made.



No, instead, nameless,

faceless politicians,



the so-called protectors of the moral majority

decide what is right and what is wrong.



I mean, come on!



I govern my life around my own personal code

of ethics, and I suggest you do the same.



That way if, within the constructs

of my own morality



I were to do something

that was considered illegal, so be it.



I feel no guilt whatsoever.



And furthermore, if I were to buckle

under the social weight of the system



by adhering to laws that

I do not truly believe in,



then I would be extinguishing the very fire

of patriotism and individuality.



It's... It's so...



In a sense,



by having sex with Natasha,



I'd be preserving the rights our forefathers

fought and died for, right?



- Well, I guess...

- Bro, it was a rhetorical question.



Okay? So...



Oh, hey, Dean. I heard Dan yelling at you.

It was kind of crazy.



You think you're still in the running

for the assistant manager?



Did you ever just wake up and realize,

"Holy shit. I'm a fucking loser."



Yeah, man.



God, I just wanna be able to say,

"I wanna be a teacher," you know,



or a podiatrist or

a fucking electrical engineer.




Just have a fucking clue!



Hey, who has a clue, right?



Hey, I don't. Hello?

I don't know what's going on.



Hey, could you put down

the ice pick?



- Sorry you had to hear that guy yell.

- Oh, it's okay.



You shouldn't have to be

subjected to that.



You're way too sweet.



- Way too cute, too.

- Stop it. You're gonna make me blush.



Bet you drive the boys wild

at your school.



Maybe. I don't really like

the boys at my school.



No? Why?



I prefer older men.



Really? Wow.



I like a man in power.



Yeah, well, being a manager,

obviously, I know what you mean.



It takes a lot of power to command the respect

of everybody at the restaurant.



- That's true.

- Yeah.



We should go to dinner sometime

and talk about it.



I'll bring my manager card,

and we'll just eat for free.



As they say,

membership has its privileges.



What's up with you?

What are you still doing here?



Christy asked me to work for her,

so I'm working a double.



Time-out. Isn't this

your only night off this week?






And you're using it to work

a double-shift for Christy?



Wait. You actually have to get the pussy

before you can be whipped by it.



- That's right.

- You guys suck.



- Yes, we do.

- Wait. Didrt you take out Christy last night?



- Yeah, we went out last night.

- Come on, man! Details!



Fuck the details. I wanna know.

Did you do it? Did you make a move?



- What do you mean?

- Don't give me that shit. You know.



- Did you kiss her? Rub against her skin?

- Cuddle with her? Rub her leg?



- Hold her hand?

- Nipple tweak? Anything?



- No, I'm still...

- Oh, my God!



I need more time.



- Forget it. It's over. You're fucked.

- Not literally.



- Why? Because you won't pull the trigger.

- And you're too fucking nice!



Why do you always say that?

I'm not...



- What happens with every girl you like?

- Nothing!



You take 'em out, you pay for everything,

and you never make a move!



Then you home, alone, to masturbate

while you cry, using your own tears...



That was once, and I was drunk

and it was Valentine's day. So back off.



Don't try to candy coat it.

All we ever do is hang out and have sex.



What are you talking about? Didrt I take you

to the movies last week, huh? Huh?



Yeah, but you kept trying

to get me to jerk you off.



What do you want?

It was a dull movie.



Yeah, but I just get the feeling

that you don't care.



I don't care?

I don't care?



When my uncle died, didn't I ask

you to be by my side at the funeral?



Yeah, but you kept trying

to get me to jerk you off.



How many times can we have

the same exact conversation?



It's like we're stuck

in a time paradox



where neither our wisdom nor your virginity

will ever escape.



I attempt to make a move.



I get in close.

I'm there and I just get...






- You need therapy.

- Hush, now.



The way I see it, with chicks,



there's really only two possible things

that could happen.



Either they won't sleep with you,

and then there's no need to call them again,



or they do sleep with you, and then

there's no need to call them again.



This is what I don't get. How can someone

be such a complete asshole all the time



and get as many women

as you do?



That's a good question.



- Amy! Serena! Calvin needs our help.

- No.



- Amy! Serena! Calvin needs our help.

- No.



- No, I don't need help.

- Shh, shh.



Women like assholes,

am I right?



- Well, I agree that you're an asshole.

- Okay.



"A", fuck you.

"B", just answer the question.



Well, okay. Girls like assholes,

not women.



What women are attracted to

is self-confidence.



Yes, and we absolutely

fucking hate insecurity.



Yes! The more insecure you are

the more you ask, "Is something wrong?"



- "Is everything okay?"

- "What are you thinking about?"



"What's wrong?"

And the more you do that, Calvin,



the more it becomes

this self-fulfilling prophecy.



You just need to relax

and not worry so much. Okay?



Yeah. That makes

a lot of sense.



- I'm gonna work on it.

- Yeah. Yeah, you do that.



And by the way, take whatever advice

that she gives you with a big grain of salt.



Yeah, and take anything that he gives you

with a shot of penicillin.



Seriously, Calvin,

do yourself a favor.



Unless you're combing the playground

for middle schoolers,



don't become an asshole

like Monty.



Correct me if I'm wrong,

but haven't I been inside you?



- Oh, Monty.

- Oh, me.



You wanna brag about your sexual conquests,

you big stud, you?



Okay, you know what? Fine.

Let's talk about it.



Let me describe Monty's

amazing sexual prowess.



He'd barrel into me with that pathetic excuse

for a child's penis.



And it would end so quickly,

so abruptly,



I wouldn't even have time

to feel any sort of



morbid, accidental amusement

towards his "technique,"



which was basically him

seizuring on top of me



for, oh, about    seconds,



while I laid there trying

not to laugh... or cry.






Is it any wonder why you still date girls

in high school?



They're the only ones left.

They don't know any better.



Okay, okay. All right.



First of all, for the record,



I always had an orgasm

when we had sex.



Secondly, everybody knows

that I'm orally fixated.



You can't deny that I played your vagina

like a violin.



Oh! As if that somehow negates the fact

that once we got past foreplay,



you turned into the little engine

that couldn't hold his load.



Oh, what the fuck ever!



If I was that bad, then why were

you at my house every night?



All I had to do was call

and say, "Hey. I'm horny."



And then fucking poof!



As if by some form of slut magic

you'd appear. Now why is that?



Because at first, I really

liked spending time with you.



I thought you were a genuinely

interesting guy to be around.



Very true.



But eventually, it all wore thin.

I realized that your personality



was just one short punctuated

joke after another,



much like our sex life.



And, oh, Monty, do you remember

why we stopped dating?



Yeah, I do.

Because you were old news.



I was looking at other girls and getting bored.

Basically, that was why.



Yeah, yeah. All that.



And the fact that I dumped you.



- Wait, I thought you said you dumped...

- Shut up, Calvin.



I was just trying to let you down easy,

but this is bullshit.



We both know that you enjoyed

having sex with me.



The only real pleasure I ever got

from having sex with you



came from making fun of it

later with my friends.



- Tell him, Amy.

- It's true. We laughed a lot at your expense.



So you know when you're walking past

a group of people, you hear them laughing,



you sometimes get that paranoid

self-conscious feeling?



Maybe they're laughing about you

when they're really not?



Well, in your case,

they really are.



God, I love her.



Oh, hello there.



Thank you for joining our family

at Shenaniganz bar and grill.



It is our goal to maintain the absolute

highest standard in all aspects...



Hey, man.

We all had to watch it.



I'm gonna come back and get you after

the dinner rush. The tape should be done then.






Well, I mean, I guess. L...



...of our most sacred

company policies



to ensure that you have

all the skills necessary



- to uphold our standard of excellence.

- Shit.



Are you ready? Well, okay.

Follow me.



All right, men.

This is it.



The time has come. Remember,

product pride. Portion consciousness.



Zero hour is upon us.



Let us seize the day!



Yeah, yeah!

Carpe deez nuts.



God, I can't wait to quit

this job!



Okay, your waiter

will be right with you.



Hi there, folks.

What can I get you to drink?



Would you like to start

with an appetizer?



Would you like a baked potato,

french fries or rice pilaf?



- Order up!

- Is everything prepared okay?



- How about some dessert?

- And here you go, folks.



I hope you enjoyed everything.

I know I did.



- Fuck!

- The five-second rule! The five-second rule!



One, two, three,



four, five.



A little floor spice makes everything nice.

There you go.



Damn, man. We almost had to switch

to the ten-second rule.



You green

snot-beard faggot!



Fuck you!



- Oh, no.

- Hang on. I only have a small order.



- I have to put in an appetizer. Goddamn it.

- Chill the fuck out!



Well, hurry up.



Okay, hey, gang.

Listen up.



Let's get out there,

take care of our guests.



I know it's getting crazy,

but we can do it. We can do it.



Let's put that extra... just that little extra...

back in extraordinary.



Okay. There's no

"me" in "team."






Hey, guys. Which one of these

is medium rare?



Shoot. Let's just...



Goddamn it!






Let me do it.



All right, you two, let's go.



Hurry up, or your asses

are fired!



So remember, find the solution

before there's a problem.



Now let's go take a look at our problem

back in the kitchen.



Come on, guys.

This is bull crap.



Where the hell's

my chicken sandwich?



Fuck you, bitch!



What the hell

did I do to you, Floyd?



Eat at Shenaniganz

enjoy your food



Eat at Shenaniganz

Calvin works here



Okay, that's hardly sanitary.



Hey, Dan. I have a table

that needs to...



Trying to get a feel for the whole

manager thing. You caught me.



Do you think you could get a feel for it outside?

I need some fresh air.



Hey, hey, Christy.

It's Calvin again. L...



Just calling again.

Just checking in or whatever.



Called before a few times.

Maybe you didn't...



I got all my bars.



So anyway, it's getting

kind of busy.



But I'm never too busy

to call you.



So call me back. You know the number.

Okay. Bye.






So is everything okay?

Is something wrong?



Are you mad?






Somethir bad happens

when you become a manager.



You put on your fuckir tie, and you get

your fuckir little manager card,



and you're think you're so fuckir cool

because you write the schedule



and tell us what to do.



When in reality, you know you're not even

won'th a bit of bullshit!



Whoa, Naomi!






Relax, woman.



I guess if you become manager, you won't

be able to date any of the waitresses.



While working here, you'll probably find some

of your fellow employees attractive.



It's okay. There's nothing

wrong with that.



But it's important

not to act on those urges.



For Shenaniganz to run like an efficient,

well-oiled machine,



it's a must that

everyone act as a team.



And when employees date each other,

unfortunately, it complicates things.



So for that reason



we strongly discourage

such relationships from forming.



- Dean, Amy, I just sat you.

- Oh, shit. What do we got?



Well, yours are cool.

They look like business people.



- All right.

- What about mine?



I don't know.

They don't speak English.



- Foreigners!

- I'm sorry.



- Are you mad at me?

- No, I swear. I'm just going by the rotation.



I fuckir hate foreigners!

It's such bullshit!



Like they don't know how to tip?

Oh, they know.



Aw, yeah, they fuckir know.



All right.

It's time to show the goat.



You could cut through shoes

if you had to.



- I mean...

- What are you doing, man?



Frontline stuff. Watch this.

Watch this.



We have just been cutting things

   to nothing.



And the cooks, they just

love it because every time...



Hey, there, folks. My name is Amy,

and I'll be taking care of you.



- Sir, what can I get for you?

- I'd like a New York strip, mid rare,



and a baked potato with

sour cream and chives only.



And... Hey. You're not

writing any of this down.



Oh. Steel-trap.



You got the baby back ribs

with fries,



you got the Mandingo chicken with rice

and a salad with a side of blue cheese.



I respect

the lactose intolerance.



Okay. Okay, you're good.



Haley is so fuckir fine, you know I be all up

in that shit. Give her the bowling ball grip.



Two in the pink,

one in the stink.



You guys are so one-dimensional.



Well, fuck you, whitey.



I just sat you.

You're gonna love them.



Hey, there, ladies.

My name is Monty.



Hey, Floyd, make sure there's no bacon

on that chef salad. It's against her religion.



- All right?

- Yes, master. Right away, master.



Ain't gonna be no bacon

on the salad, master.



No bacon. Oh, no, no.

Oh, no, no. Please. Oh.



Oh, no.



No bacon on the salad



So, is there anything else

I can get you folks this evening?



I think I'd like

a hot fudge sundae.



That does sound good.

I'll be right back with that for you.



Like that bitch needs to be

eating dessert anyway.



You know, if you ever want counseling

in anger management or...



alcoholism, I'd be more

than glad to do it for you.



You'd do that for me?



Thank you.

I appreciate that.



But I think I'd rather you just

wash the fucking dishes



and shut the fuck up!



Fucking psychobabble-bullshit




Fuckir bitch.

Son of a bitch, cocksucker.



Fuckir, I hate her.

I hate her!



Fuckir Nick and T-dog!



That is why we are always on guard

for guests. You never know when...



- Shit.

- So you have to make sure they...



Fuck! Man, no!



If we're gonna beat last year's numbers,

I need you to be more hands-on.



I need you to be sure things

don't fall through the cracks.



Basically, I need you

to be more like Dean here.



I question whether you can

see that by me serving food,



but thank you anyway.



- How is everything, guys?

- Everything's perfect.



You're a master of your craft.






You keep this up, I may just try

to lure you away from this place.



All right.

Well, thank you, sir.



Let me know if

you need anything, guys.



You're probably wondering what makes

Shenaniganz such a great restaurant.



So I thought I'd share with you

a few key examples



of why we've had so much success.



First of all,

our entrées are always cooked



exquisitely to perfection.



Our deserts were designed

by gourmet chefs.



We always treat our guests

with respect and dignity.



Did you see the tits

on table   ?



We treat each other

with respect and dignity.



Fuckir-ass pervert!



Remember, the difference between ordinary

and extraordinary



is that little extra.



The penis just looks ridiculous.

It's like a shriveled roll of dimes or something.



I know. It's a joke.



- She's in love.

- Hey, Tyla.



You gonna talk to your girlfriend all night

or make my drink?



That's okay.

I understand how it works.



Birds of a feather

flock to vagina.



Get off your ass and get help!



You want some help, bitch?



Here you go.



Theodore! What the heck

are you doing?



How many times I told you?

My name is T-dog, bitch!



My name is T-dog, bitch!

My name is T-dog, bitch!



Hey, sweetie. It's almost  :  .

I just came to say good-bye.



Hey, baby.



You wanna go in the car

and have a little sex?



So what if there's plenty of parking spaces?

It's the principle of the matter.



Hey, you're preaching to the choir here.

Know what I mean?



The lord giveth, the lord taketh away.



Damn, come on.



What the fuck?



Here you go, sir. Once again,

I hope you enjoyed everything.



- Thanks.

- See you guys.



Dean, I wanna tell you,

you did an extraordinary job.



Oh, thank you, sir.



- How old are you?

- I'm   .



Well, you're obviously

a very intelligent young man.



Let me give you my card.



Ever get tired of this place,

you're looking for a new opportunity,



- you give me a call.

- All right.



Thank you, sir.

I honestly appreciate that.



Great. All right.

Have a good night, guys.



Thanks again. Thank you.



Well, I hope he calls.



Mama said they's my magic shoes.



Mama said they'd

take me anywhere.



Of course, Mama used to beat me

with a rubber hose, call me a retard.



Dude, please stop.

Stop. Okay?



I appreciate what

you're trying to do. I do.



But, dude, I'm really not in the mood

for smiling, all right?






- What?

- The old lady at table    wants you to sing



the birthday song

for her grandson.



His name is Timmy,

and he's eight years old.



I need birthday singers!



- Come on, people! We need birthday singers!

- Fuck.



There he is.

There's the big winner.



- Yeah!

- Hey.



All right. Attention, guests!



Today's a very special occasion.

It's Timmy's eighth birthday!



Big round of applause.

He's earned it.



He's got his whole life ahead of him.

The sky's the limit.



I don't know but I've been told



Someone here is getting old



Good news is dessert is free



Bad news is we sing off-key



Happy birthday



To you



- Look at the camera!

- Picture time.



- All right. All right.

- Cry it off.



Well, we can't go

in the parking lot.



Can't go anywhere

in the kitchen.



Well, maybe we could...



We are not having sex

in the bathroom.



- But...

- No. No way. Forget it.



Oh. Come on, baby.



Come on.






- Okay, but this is the last time.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.



So where do you girls

go to college?



Actually, we're still

in high school.



You're kidding.

How old are you girls?









You look a lot older than that.

I would've guessed       maybe   .



Yeah, we get that a lot.



Here. Let me give you

a hand with that.



It's the stupid childproof lighters.



Hey, Bishop. Can I talk

to you about something?



Yeah, sure. Have a seat.






All right, so I went

to my mother's this morning.



You've been working here, what?

About a year and four months, right?



Yeah, I guess. About.



- But anyway, we have a good relationship...

- About three years ago,



this restaurant went through

quite a low point.



Okay, I'm sorry. Did you wanna hear

what I was gonna say or...



Please. See, the store morale

was beginning to slip.



Clientele base began

dropping off.



That of course, led to lower tips,

which in time,



led to an even lower

store morale.



Basically, the entire restaurant was going

through quite a downward spiral.






Then Raddimus began

working here.



And with him came the penis-showir game

you all like to play.



Okay, l... Why are you

telling me this?



Restaurant began to improve.



Employees started having more fun at work.

They started joking around a lot more,



which led to a raise in the clientele base,

higher tips



and so on and so forth.



Yeah, I still don't understand, Bishop.



Point is,



the penis-showir game

became a catalyst



for the change necessary

to be made in the restaurant.



So, when things in your life

become stagnant.



You know, you're no longer happy

with what you're doing.



Then you figure out

what's important to you.



Then create your own

penis-showir game.



Metaphorically speaking,

that is.



Okay. Okay, thanks, Bishop.



So do you think taking the assistant manager

job would be like my penis-showing game?



Is that what you're saying?






Where the hell is it?

It's been over half an hour!



Told you it'd be up in a minute!

Get out of my face or I'll lose your ticket!



What? What do you want?

Get back to the training room, you ass cock!



Goddamn it! I hate these fuckir cooks.

I hate them!



Twenty minutes for two medium-rare steaks?

This is bullshit.



What the hell? They need to get rid of every

single one of these lousy cocksucking mother...



So how is everything?



Give me a call

when you get this.



Can you bring this to table   ?

I gotta try to take a piss.



- Okay, good luck.

- Thanks.



Okay, so how would you like

your steak prepared?



Oh, let's see.

Medium, medium-rare.



Well, I want a hot, pink center.



Don't we all?



All right. Do you know

what you guys want?



- I'd like a tossed salad, please.

- Oh, you're bad.



Yo, girl, give me

the instant camera.



Yo, there's a birthday party in the kitchen.

We're gonna take a picture.



Bus table    first,

and then I'll give you the camera.



Yeah, whatever.



Ma'am, I don't doubt

the steak was overcooked,



but did you have to eat it all

before you complained about it?



It's too bad chlamydia has to be a venereal

disease. It's such a pleasant-sounding word.



- Chlamydia?

- Chlamydia.



Chlamydia. I think I might

name my daughter Chlamydia.



Okay, he wanted the jumbo shrimp

with baked potato, and she wanted the...



Fuck. What did she order?



- I can't.

- Hothead.



Hi. Here's your change.

I hope you guys have a really nice evening.



- Fuck.

- Hurry up. Come on.



What's taking so long?



Shh. I'm trying to concentrate.



Somebody here?



Hurry up.



This is crazy.



Shh, shh, shh.



No, no. Stop. Stop.



- Here we go.

- Oh, God!



- My fuckir man! Yeah, man!

- You like that?



Yo, give me the fucking picture back.



So, what are you doing tonight?



Oh, I'm sure I'll end up

at the party.



Oh, yeah?



Do you...



Do you think l...



- You wanna come to the party?

- Well, yeah.



Those guys, they always seem to forget

to tell me where it's at.



Okay. As soon as

I find out where it is,



I'll make sure

to give you directions.



Well, then. Tonight should be a good night

for both of us, huh?



Only    more minutes

to go, man.



We better not have no late-night asshole

comir in here.



So how'd y'all do tonight?



- I made about   .

-   .



I made    on a double.



Oh, God.

How pissed are you?



- How much did you make?

- A bill.



I never make... How do you make

a hundred dollars every night?



- You wanna know?

- Yeah.



You really wanna know how I make

a hundred dollars every night?



- Yes.

- It's all about that right there.









Monty with the assist!



I can't believe how many homos

we got working in here.



It's crazy.

Mitch, cherry-popping time.



Okay, Monty, my bitch.

Kick me a field goal.



You know what?

I don't understand.



You plot and you scheme on how to

get the other person to look at your goat



or chicken wing or whatever.



And then when he looks,

you call him a fag.



It's like it's an exercise

in retarded homophobic futility.



You know you girls love it.



So, seriously, ladies,

why don't you wanna play the game?



I really think that we'd be willing

to amend the rules for you.



- Oh, yeah. I bet you would.

- No girl would ever play that game.



Why not?



- You wanna know why?

- Yeah.



- You really wanna know why?

- I really do.



Okay. I'll tell you why.



- It's because of this!

- Oh!



Oh, yeah. Bang.

Pow! Pow! Pow!



It's so angry!



Oh, God.

Does that thing have its shots?



- Put it away. Put it away.

- Dinner is served!



Oh, my God.



Well, it's official.

Now my penis is just for show.



Mitch, you picked a fucked-up night

to start working here.



- Oh, my God.

- Bend over, boys.



Oh, it's ladies' time.



- Spread 'em. Let's go.

- All right. That's enough.



You loved it.



- Mitch, you're coming to the party tonight?

- Well, yeah...



Great. Let's get

this party started then.



I gotta stop home first.

I'll meet you there.



Why do you have to go home?



Oh. Right. Sorry, Calvin.



Okay, baby doll,

you're definitely coming, right?



If you do everything right,

I will.



Oh, God, Natasha, you're gonna have

to stop that. You're making it hard.



I mean, difficult.



Hey, Cochise, we're out.

I'll see you, okay?



Yeah. I'll see you there.



Okay, I am so ready

to get stupid.



Only three more minutes

till the ball drop, baby. Come on.



Come on.



- Oh, hi there.

- You're not closed yet, are you?



- Not quite.

- Oh, terrific.



- Great.

- Here you go.



And Dean will be

your waiter this evening.






Hey, there, folks. My name is Dean.

I'll be your waiter this evening.



Hello, Dean.



Hey, Chet.



I'm sorry, guys.



Why? Why? Why? Why?



Okay, so I'll go ahead

and put your order in,



and maybe when I come back

we'll catch up a bit.



- Yeah, sounds good.

- Cool.



Oops. How clumsy of me.



Oh, man, look what I did.

I'm all thumbs today.



All right, guys. Here you go, Chet.

You got a steak.



So, did you hear?

I got my bachelor's degree.



Yeah, yeah.

My mother told me.



- That's really cool. Congratulations.

- Yeah.



- Yeah, I heard you were working here.

- Yeah.



Anyway. Yeah. I just started my new career.

They're starting me off at       a year.



Wow. Wow.



Yeah, I've been looking at houses.

It's really exciting.



I'll bet.



- So what have you been doing?

- Oh, you know.



Well, I've been working here,




And I'm still finishing up at C.C.,

taking a few more classes.



I was actually thinking about

taking an assistant manager...



Could I get some more tea?



Sure. Yeah.



Coming right up.



Hey, Dan, man, we outta here.



Okay, Dan,

I'm just leaving now.



But here are the directions

to the party.



What time are you coming over?



I should be out of here soon.



I'm gonna go home and change



and be right over.






I just wanna warn you,

I might be really drunk tonight.



I hope you won't

think less of me.



No. No, I'm not.



I won't.



Okay. Well, I'll see you there.






- Dean, really, it's...

- No.



It's what?



Here you go, Chet.

It was nice seeing you again.



Yeah, you too, Dean.




You take care of yourself.



You too. Okay.



How much did he leave you?



He must have made

a mistake.



Chet, Chet.

I think you made a mistake.



- You gave me a hundred dollar bill.

- No, it's all there.



- We're straight.

- The check's only $  . That's like a $   tip.



Look, I just thought maybe

you needed it more than I do.



Hey! Dean.



Have you thought about it?



You want that

assistant manager job?



- 'Weiser?

- No, thanks.






Hello? Hey, Christy.



What's up?



No, I'm not.

No, I was just...






Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, then.



Okay. Bye. Bye.






- What's up with Christy?

- Oh, she's...



She's on a date.



That's why she wanted me

to cover her shift.



She's... She's still with him.



God, that's it.



I'm gonna...

I'm gonna change.



Well, good.



You should start tonight.



- Go get one of those high school girls.

- You think?



Mitch, I want you to know

that you did a really great job today.



And you didn't even cry once, which

is more than I can say for my last trainee.



So, honestly, you think you can

handle working here?



- Yeah...

- Hey, fuck off for a second. I'll be right back.



Hey, whoa. Amy called,

she told me what happened.



You know what?

Fuck Chet Miller.



Hey, man, relax.



All right?

Relax. I'm okay.



You serious?



- I'd be ready to kill someone.

- No, you know what?



I'm glad he came in.

I really am.



Yeah, he was a prick, and at first

I was so fucking pissed off,



but it was weird.



In one second, it all just kind

of snapped into perspective.



Please, elaborate.

Did you talk to Dan?



Do you want

the assistant manager job?






I quit.






You know, I thought about it.

I thought a lot about it



and I know I don't wanna

wait tables anymore.



This is all temporary.



This is supposed to be

the in-between time.



If I become an assistant manager,



it's just one more step

towards permanence.



Fuck that, man.

No way.



So you've really...



What did Dan say

when you told him you quit?



You're flushing a golden opportunity

down the toilet.



And just so you know,

Hot Dog,



if you do come back,

this job won't be here for you.



- I hope you're right.

- I am right!



- You're fired!

- I mean, I already quit, so...



No, you're fired!



I write the book, okay?



Here's how it went down.

You walked in...



You're fired!



All right. Then, thanks for being

so mature about this and professional.



I was very professional.

You're fired.



All right.



Get out!

Get out of my sight!



- That's harsh.

- Yeah.



He'll be cryir himself to sleep tonight

on his cock-shaped pillow.



What are you gonna do now?



I don't know.



I don't know.



I'm definitely gonna do somethir.



Fuck it.



Let's go out there,

let's celebrate,



let's just get totally fucking annihilated,

hammered-ass drunk



and then run the train

on Amy.






You really are

an asshole, man.



So I'm told.



You're a good friend too.



Let's just keep that on the DL.

I'm all about low expectations.



What, are you

flirting with me?



Oh, by the way, Cal.



I've been thinking about

your public bathroom phobia.



- Yeah?

- I believe I have a solution.



Really? What is it?



- Tell me what to do.

- Okay, but first,



close your eyes.



Close my... Okay.






envision yourself

at a bathroom urinal.



With everybody you know

crowded around you.



They're cheering you on.



They're chanting your name.



Not only do they

want you to urinate,



they wanna see it.



- Proud of you, buddy!

- Hell, yeah!



- Fuckir piss, man!

- We believe in you!



You can do it!



You pissing son of a bitch!



Now, see yourself

urinating, Calvin.



You can do itl

Do itl



Do it.



It's historicl



So, go ahead and visual that

for the next few weeks.



Start off at home first,

by yourself.



Then you can move to a stall,



and then eventually

to an actual urinal.



Thanks, Bishop. I mean it.



That totally makes sense.



Look, well, you guys,

I'm feelir good.



You know what? I'm gonna go talk

to one of those high school girls.



- Well, good luck with that.

- Thank you.



So, what grade are you in?



Oh, look at that.

A bedroom.






What? What do you mean?



You start playing this weird, ambivalence

bullshit, and it makes me feel psycho.



And I never get psycho!



I know.



So I need you

to do me a favor.



I need you to not be

such a pussy.



Wow, there's the sass

that I was missir.



- You're a flake.

- I know I'm a flake!



- Fuck you!

- You can't even get a boner.



Whoa, sorry to interrupt.



Wait. Hey, Bishop.



I created my own

penis-showing game.



So you quit your job.



How'd you know I quit?






Are you okay?



Is somethir wrong?



Just checking.



Wait. Wait, wait.






You turn   

next Wednesday, right?






Okay, then...



Why don't we make this



a "to be continued...



until next Wednesday"?



Why? Do you think

I'm gonna turn you in?



- You think you're going to get arrested?

- No, no, no.



I just... I feel like

I don't wanna be...



taking ad...



- Let's just wait the week.

- Okay.






But if anybody asks,

anybody at all,



I fucked you.






So, Mitch, how was

your first day?






Well, it was...



I remember my first day.



What a doozy, huh?

Bishop, you're gonna love this.



I was so nervous I dropped

this bowl of soup on a nun.



Hey, turn down

the music for a minute.



- Hey, would you turn down the music?

- Dude, chill.



Would you turn down the fucking music

for a minute! Jesus!



This is fucking bullshit!



I have been here all goddamned day

and you haven't let me say one thing!



None of you!



- Well, damn, Mitch, l...

- Oh, no, asshole!



You shut the fuck up now.

It's my turn to talk!



You're all fucked in the head!

All of you! I mean you...



Change your fuckir tampon and have

another drink you crazy, fuckir bitch!



And you! "I don't know

what to be when I grow up!"



Join the fuckir army

or something!






Oh, and you!



You know what?

You're too easy.



And you.



Fuck you, Monty!



Always gotta be right,

with your little quips!



We get it, man.

You're fuckir edgy and cool. Yeah!



You're the coolest fuckir guy

at Shenaniganz!



That's like being the smartest kid

with Down syndrome!



Oh, and, oh, yeah.



Why aren't you in jail?

I mean,



what are you, like      ?



She's almost   .



You know what?

Fuck this!



You all suck. I quit.



Oh, yeah.



There is one more thing.






You are the biggest piece of shit



in this entire restaurant.



And I hope you burn in hell.



Me? What the fuck

did I do to you, man?






Oh, shit!



The goat!

The goat, you bastard!



Fuckir faggots.



That was the shit!



Mitch! Mitch!

Stop, please.



Look, look.

Stop, stop.



Okay, I am sorry,



and I hereby swear

my undying allegiance to you.



You are the fucking man.



Now, come back to the party.






I swear to God, I'll never

underestimate you again.



- All right.

- Okay.



All right.



Dean, you've been replaced.






All right, everybody,

listen up.



From here on out,

Mitch is a made man.



Anyone who has anything different to say,

Nick and T-Dog will fucking fuck you!



Let's talk about that T-Dog

one more time!



Shut up!



What's that?



Don't do that!



Yo, man, yo! Yo!

Beer run, man.



Why the hell

would you do that?



- He's a fucking manager.

- Well, he asked, so, l...



You lost major cool points

for this.



What the hell

are you doing here?



Yo! What you doir?



- What's up? How you doir?

- Those look heavy.



No, I think you can make it.



- Asshole.

- Shenaniganz.



You bring my goddamn

gift certificates?



Is... Natasha... here?



Okay. Yeah. They got me.



All right. Okay.



You... One week!



When you're struggling

Livir off Ramen noodles



I'm in my Lexus




You call me a busboy

I'll bust you three times



Slice you three times

Slice you three limes



And make you squeeze 'em

on your own cuts



And, bitch, you best give thanks

before you eat my nuts



Yeah, who's that motherfucker

throwing pot in the ground



These bitches used to clown me

Now they surround me



My mom tries to ground me

I'm gonna slap her



I'll fuckir cap her

Don't she know I'm a rapper



I don't care about love

Fuck amore



Fuck the dumb whore-ay

All day



And then suck my dick

all in its glory



Swallow my nut

This shit is gourmet



I'm hor-nay but you

fuckir sluts bore me



So fuck you, bitch

I'll fuck your mama



Then I'll kill your papa

to top the drama



Then I'll rape a llama

to top that drama



I'll eat that pussy

like Jeffrey Dahmer



I got a gat in my hand

A pound in my tighty-whities



A hit on my shit

will make your eyes Chinese



My wallets are thick

and here's the thing, you dumb bitch



Even my come's rich

You fuckir retard



I'll pull your fuckir card

You ready, willir and able



You call me fuckir fake

just because I bus tables



Fuck you

I'll fuck your navel



Real thugs pop guns

You steal cable



I got more bush than High Times

More rhymes than LeAnn



Pull out my glock

Now you pee in your pants



It's your last chance, I'll cut your retinas

It's your last glance



Yo, bitch,

you're fucking won'thless



And if you backstab me

I'll show you what a hearse is



You can't be fixed

by a hundred surgeons



I'll pull out my heater

and boom, bye-bye



Even when you're dead

I'm bustir nuts in your eye



Sin, sin, sin

I'll stick a dildo in



While I'm hidir in

the Shenaniganz' garbage bin



And with the other hand

I'll doodle on some napkins



Fuck you with a loaf of bread

and make you cheat on Atkirs



- Ah, yeah.

- Oh, motherfucker.



I work at Shenaniganz



Blow me 'cause I'm an OG



So get the fuck out my dome

before I split yours



I used to have spit wars

and now I split whores in two



I am the walrus




- So back up, sonny

- We got mad honeys



- We make much money

- And don't you dare laugh



'Cause this shit ain't funny



Squeeze the trigger

Now your head's all bloody



- We got new rides

- Now we'll flip the switches



- No more dirty dishes

- I'll steal people's wishes



And clock mad digits



Pump on a blot

and have sex with hot midgets



I love when your cunt

is balder than Bruce Willis



Nick and T-dog, motherfucker

We the illest



Peace out,

bitch-ass motherfuckers.



Get the fuck out

of my fuckir face.



- Get the fuck out of my fuckir face.

- Bitch-ass motherfuckers.



Oh, yeah!


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