Winston: You know, growing up, we had this lunch lady named Ms. Witten. One day, I cut in line so I can get extra Tater Tots, and as punishment, she made me eat the entire tray in front of her... while she stared at me for a long period of time. I'm not sure if you know how hard that is for a growing boy.
Pearl: How old were you?
Winston: I was 18.
Pearl: If it helps, we're called lunch monitors now. No one says "lunch lady" anymore.
Winston: Oh. Kind of like how we can't call little people "shrinkies." Oh. Lunch Monitor Pearl. I like it. [ladles chocolate pudding]
Pearl: Excellent form.
Winston: You don't have a hard job.