Some soda water.
Looks like the, uh, cleaning bill's
Gonna be more than the suit.
I don't think so.
It was an accident, sir.
Terrific.
I said I was sorry.
Asshole.
Christine! Mr. Van orton is a valued customer.
Well, then you kiss his ass.
Don't you talk to me like that.
I apologized, I offered to help.
What do you want me to do?
Clean out your locker. What?
You heard me.
I'm terribly sorry, mr. Van orton.
If you're not too uncomfortable,
Would this table suit you for a complimentary meal?
It'll be fine.
I'll fetch your waiter.
Thank you.
Check, sir.
Fuck you and your vichyssoise--
Miss?
Pardon me, miss--
Oh, great. It's you.
I don't know how this works, but...
Do you have something for me?
I, uh...
I received this, uh, this note.
What are you babbling about, psycho?
I need to know what is going on.
You wanna know what's going on?
I'm going on my second job this month.
Now it looks like I'm going on unemployment.
Maybe I should try to explain. I--
Don't explain. Just fuck off.
[splash]
You son of a bitch!
I am-- I'm trying to--
I am apologizing. I--
Jesus! What is this?