So, Dr. Green, how's the old boat?
They found rust.
You know what rust does to a boat?
Gives it a nice, antique-y look?
Rust is boat cancer, Ross.
Well, I'm sorry.
When I was a kid, I lost a bike to that.
Excuse me, for a moment, will you please?
I want to say goodnight to the levines before we go.
- Okay. - Okay.
Honey, stop. It's not that bad.
Yeah. Oh..
Uh-oh. I think your dad must have added wrong.
He only tipped, like, four percent.
Yeah. That's daddy.
That's daddy?
What? Doesn't it bother you? You're a waitress.
Yes. It bothers me, Ross
but, you know, if he was a regular
at the coffee house, I'd be serving him sneezers.
- So? - So, Ross.
I bugged him a million times. He's not gonna change.
Do you really serve people sneezers?
[clears throat] Well, um, I don't.
Alright, kids, you ready?
Thanks again, Dr. Green.
Wait, wait, wait.
- I think I forgot my receipt. - Oh, you don't need that.
- Why not? - The carbon. It's messy.
I mean, gets on your fingers
and causes the, the.. Uh, night blindness.
What is this?
Who put a 20 there?
- Huh? - Oh, yeah, that would be me.
Um, I have...I have a problem.
I, I tip way too much. Way, way too much.
- It's a sickness, really. - Yeah. It is.
- 'Cause we really have to do-- - Excuse me.
You think I'm cheap?
- Oh, daddy, he didn't mean. - Huh?
He really didn't.
Nothing I do means anything, really.
This is nice.
I pay $200 for dinner, you put down $20
and you come out looking like Mr. Big Shot.
You really want to be Mr. Big Shot?
- Oh.. - Yeah, I'll tell you what.
You pay the whole bill, Mr. Big Shot, alright?
Well, Mr. Big Shot is better than wet head.