Winston: [eats mint drop] Yeah, so that's glass. That ain't no mint. Nope. Definitely glass, and I swallowed that, so you should consider, uh, a sign.
Hostess: Do you have a reservation?
Winston: You know, it's funny that you would ask that because, you know, I tried to call, like, but, uh, I'm looking for a reservation for tonight around 8:00 p. m. Let's say, like, five people.
Hostess: I have an 8:30.
Winston: Ah, kind of had our heart set on 8:00.
Hostess: Seven weeks from now.
Winston: Wait, what, what? No, n-n-n-n-no. Look, there's got to be something that you can do.
Hostess: Well, you could try your luck at the community table.
Winston: Community hell, no. Listen, um, sorry, you don't understand. This has to be an official reservation.
Hostess: No.
Winston: I'll tell you what, maybe this will change your mind. [writes on card]
Hostess: "I owe you a hundred dollars."
Winston: Oh, hell no. No, that that was supposed to be a ten.