Johnny: Here we go, Twyla. Table Five, a Caprese salad, and a ginger ale.
Twyla: Thank you, Mr. Rose, I really appreciate this.
Johnny: Oh! Yeah, it looks like the morning rush is finally dying down. Maybe I can get the kitchen to whip up a fresh batch of eggs for us volunteers.
Roland: Uh, Twyla, honey, whenever you're ready.
Twyla: I'll be right there! Would you please pass me my crutch?
Johnny: Not a problem.
Twyla: Unless...
Johnny: No, it's right here.
Twyla: No, I was gonna say unless you could possibly take their order? I just need to cash out table three.
Johnny: Sure, no, I can I can do that. You know, it's funny, I said eggs, but uh I'm gonna be ready for lunch soon.