Carla: Hope to see you again soon.
Man: Thank you, Miss. Oh, great. I can't even read that check.
Carla: Well, I'm so sorry if my handwriting isn't up to your high and mighty standards, but some of us don't get to sit around on our buns all day and practice our penmanship. Some of us have to go out and earn a living!
Woman: Here are your glasses, dear. You left them in your coat again.
Man: Oh, thanks.
Woman: What's wrong?
Man: Nothing. Let's go.
Carla: Oh, hey, um I'm really sorry. I- I- I don't know what to say, except I had a really bad day. Oh yeah, sure, Carla, bad day. Bad life is more like it. House full of kids, this crummy job. If I keep treatin' my customers this way, I'm going to lose even that.
Man: Uh, uh, here you go. I hope things'll start looking up.
Carla: Oh, no, no, no, no, I couldn't, I couldn't. Not the way I treated you.
Woman: No, please, please, please, we insist. [they walk away]
Carla: Ten bucks? [smiles]
Man #2: Excuse me, Miss. You forgot to, uh, give me a napkin.
Carla: I'm so sorry! I don't know what to say, except I've had a really bad day. Bad day? Bad life is more like it. A house full of kids...