Ashley: Thank you for my iced tea. You are really fast, reliable, and trustworthy.
Tina: I really like your beard.
Carlton: Tina, I doubt if it's real, and there's a French-fry in it.
Philip: Waiter? This soda's flat.
Will: Aye, you don't say, sir. [blows through the straw] Try that.
Philip: Well, that does it. You are the rudest, most incompetent waiter I've ever met.
Will: I'm not a waiter. According to my uncle, I don't even have a job.