Lexie: I smell like unlimited baked beans and my feet are killing me.
Axl: Rough day at the Cattle Prod?
Lexie: They had a special... four steaks for $8. I had a party of eight people, so I ended up carrying a tray with 32 steaks on it. Well, 29 after I slipped on that puddle of Thousand Island.
Axl: Well, allow me to be the first to welcome you to the world of poorness and its never-ending string of crappy jobs.
Lexie: It's just having a job makes you so busy. I can't do anything I want to do anymore, like gold-dust facials, or closing my eyes and ordering things off Amazon just to see what I get.