Twyla: I had a best friend that hooked. She married one of her Johns on my birthday.
Alexis: Wow, so cool!
Mutt: It's not the time, Twyla.
Alexis: Um, Stevie, I don't think you're a big hooker.
Twyla: You don't talk all dinner, and now you're telling me I can't talk about Trixie?!
Mutt: I'm sorry, it's just I think sometimes you have a tendency to say the wrong thing, that's all.
Twyla: Is there a right time to talk about being a hooker?

Alexis: Hey, Twyla. Twyla! Twyla?! [throws a muffin at Twyla] I'm so sorry. I really didn't think that was gonna hit you.
Twyla: [taking headphones off] That's okay. Your mom did the same thing to me this morning.

Twyla: Oh, hey, Mr. Rose. I heard you guys were leaving.
Johnny: Yes, yes, we are, and I just wanted to thank you for all the great service over the past few months.
Twyla: You're welcome. Yeah, judging by your tips, I was never really sure.

Twyla: How's the brisket, Mr. Rose?
Johnny: Well, it's tasting more like meat.
Twyla: Oh, well that's good.
Johnny: You know Twyla, I've been noticing how quiet it is in here during the day.
Twyla: Oh, yeah. It's always quiet before the lunch rush. Which isn't so much a rush as much as it is just a handful of people showing up at a leisurely pace.

Johnny: Well, the reason I point it out is that, um, you know, I've been looking for a place to work. Like a-an office space.
Twyla: Uh-huh. [balancing dirty dishes in her hands and on her arm]
Johnny: You see, I get a lot of ideas back at the motel that need serious contemplation, but with the family there, I just can't seem to get any work done.
Twyla: I hear that.
Johnny: So, I was wondering... And I thought about bringing this up the other day, but decided against it, for some reason. But here we are talking, so, what the hell. What are the chances of me operating out of one of these booths every day?
Twyla: I am just gonna put these plates down. I just think I'll think better, once the blood rushes from my arms, back to my head.
Johnny: Oh, oh. Yes, yes, yes. Uh, absolutely! Yeah, you can put them down, I didn't mean to keep you, there. I know you've got a lot of work to do. Totally.
Twyla: They're just heavy plates!

Alexis: I was thinking we could have a little ladies' night at my place.
Twyla: Just the two of us?
Alexis: Yeah! Come by around eight.
Twyla: I'm working tonight, but maybe this weekend? Or are you with Mutt on weekends?
Alexis: Um no, because we broke up.
Twyla: I'm sorry to hear that. Although, part of me is a little relieved. Since you did tell me to break up with him, and then you dated him...
Alexis: That's so sweet of you, but I'm gonna be fine.

Moira: Oh, it's just so violating. How can one sleep knowing our streets are laden with thieves?
Ronnie: Well, I don't know about laden. I had a newspaper stolen once.
Woman: Two days ago, we had someone break our window. They didn't take anything, but they left a dead bird inside.
Twyla: That's kind of like my aunt. She has a ghost in her house that keeps leaving dimes everywhere.

Male Customer: Well, what's this, then?
Twyla: That's just a soup and a sandwich.
Male Customer: But there is a deal, right?
Twyla: No.
Male Customer: You said it was a combo.
Johnny: No, no, I said it was like an evolution of a combo.
Female Customer #2: But there's no deal?!
Twyla: Well, there is a deal on the combo, which is a cup of soup, and a half a sandwich.
Male Customer: So what's this gonna cost me?
Johnny: Well, I-I think we can uh, charge you for two, uh, half combos.
Twyla: There is no half combo! It's just a cup of soup, and a half a sandwich!

Twyla: There you go, Mr. Rose. This is your share of the tips.
Johnny: Oh, Twyla, I can't take any money.
Twyla: I insist. You earned it.
Johnny: Well, I have to admit, I haven't worked this hard in a long time.
Twyla: I'm glad to hear it.
Johnny: Although the things some of these customers can put you through!
Twyla: Oh, I know.
Johnny: Joking when you're way too busy, trying to tell you how they want their food cooked.
Twyla: I've experienced a bit of that myself.
Johnny: Yeah, you know, I think maybe um you should keep my share of the tips.
Twyla: That's not necessary, Mr. Rose.
Johnny: No, just think of it as a little reparation pay.
Twyla: Well, that doesn't even begin to cover it! [both laugh]

Twyla: I overheard someone wanted Mozzarella sticks for their birthday. Pretty sure I scraped off all the freezer burn.
Patrick: Wow. Look at those.
Twyla: Do you guys need anything else? 'Cause I'm just heading out, so...
Stevie: You know what, I have to go too. I totally forgot. I'm gonna take some to go, though.
Twyla: Okay. I should warn you, these don't travel well. Even coming from the kitchen, they lost a lot of shape.