Eric: I can't believe I'm stuck in a backwoods truck stop with no money. You know, if we don't do something this waitress is just gonna hand us over to these truckers. You know, they're all freaky, sexual deviants. Man, woman, animal, they don't care as long as it's warm.
Leo: Don't worry, man, I've got an idea how we can pay for this dinner.
[circle in the diner's stock room:]
Leo: That was a good idea. Now, how are we gonna pay for dinner?
Waitress: I think this pretty much covers your tab. But if you're interested, dessert's on me.
Leo: In that case, you'd better soak your uniform in club soda.
Eric: You see? What an awesome night. I am partying in the back of a truck stop with a hippie and a waitress, who are now making out. Wow, the fact that I'm here is not slowing them down at all. Good God, woman, you buttered my toast with that hand.