[shouting]

All I wanted was a measly sandwich. I very nicely explained that I was starving. I'm starving. Please.

[angrily]

Sorry, ladies, I guess you'll just have to wait. You remember, nobody is as important in this community as Pee-wee Herman. All you other shoppers will just have to play second fiddle to Pee-wee. I guess that's just the way things are around here. My whole purpose in life is to serve Pee-wee Herman. Everything else comes second. Here's your sandwich. Is there anything else I can do for you, Pee-wee?

Well, I would like to have a pickle if it's not too much trouble.

Oh, no trouble at all, Pee-wee. Sorry, Otis. Sorry, Deke. [opens a barrel, knocking over their chess board] Game's over. Pee-wee Herman wants a pickle. Here, here's you darn pickle. Are you happy now?

Mmm-hmm.