Dr. Kelso: Maybe you should just order.
Carla: I'll have an espresso, please, and... What kind of scones do you have?
Man: [coughs loudly] Son of a bitch. Do you mind, lady? I am in a rush.
Carla: Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry. What am I doing, thinking I can take an extra six seconds to pick my breakfast? I'm going to have to call my mom, tell her she did a lousy job raising me. Thank you so much.
Dr. Kelso: I think what she means is, she doesn't give a crappuccino. Allan, this is on me. God help me, I love spunk.