Man: Hey, that's my machine!
Sally: What're you talking about? It's empty.
Man: No, I put my magazine on it to hold it.
Sally: Well, what's that supposed to do?
Tommy: This is chaos.
Sally: Look, you cannot reserve anything with a magazine.
Tommy: That's right.
Sally: I'm sorry, man. Those are the rules.
Man: Whose rules?
Sally: [squares up to him] My rules.
Man: Can I at least get my magazine back?
Sally: No.
Tommy: Yeah, you keep walking, jerky.
Sally: Run!