Jane Bales: Hello, I need service! [grabs the "Please take a number" sign] I'm next forever, so why don't you and your corned beefcovered friends start making me some finger sandwiches and a six-tiered wedding cake.
Butcher: We only do meats.
Jane Bales: And now cakes.
Beverly: And I need you to take in the seams of all these pants.
Butcher: Okay.