Axl: Kenny. We got some customers.
Hutch: Whoa, whoa! Kenny, wait. Where are you going? This is the post-hangover, pre-drunk rush. They need to line their stomachs with more cheese for another night of partying.
Kenny: While people are frequently enigmatic, with food, I've found a language with which I can express myself. But you've taken that and made it all about money. I'm profoundly sad.
Hutch: Damn, Kenny. You don't talk much, but when you do, you make a man think.
Kenny: I quit.