Uh, I'll just have a, um, salad, please. Um, baby field greens.

What did you call me?

Uh, no, I-I... I-I didn't call you anything.

You want a salad?

Yeah. Do you... Do you have a, uh, green salad?

What the **** color would it be?

Why are we eating here?

What's his problem?

Just bring him an iceberg lettuce and a mealy tomato wedge smothered with French Dressing.

And for you?

Ham sandwich on stale rye bread. Lots of mayo, easy on the ham.

Slaw Cup?

What the hell.