Clerk exiting

- Welcome to Royal Best Platnium Imperial Green Liquor.
- Yea, give me a—
- Give me?
- Yea, I got money.
- I would assume so.
- I'm paying you for a service.
- I have the right to refuse ser—Hold on, love. (To another customer) Hey, ladygirl, he held the door open for you; say thank you.
- Fuck off.
- Say thank you; you are a good person.
- Fuck this store, and up yours, asshole. (exiting)
- Hey! Hold the door open, because you are great—At least pretend to!  That way you can apologize. Apologies are like candy. 
- (Original Customer) You're refusing me service?
- What's that?  Oh, well, you hurt my feelings, is all.  Here, have a fig—it's nature's candy.
- Buddy, I don't give a fig about your feelings. 
- Yes, you do.
- No, I don't.
- You do, because you are a good person.
- I don't, and I don't care if you think I'm a good person.
- But you are.  Has anyone told you today that you are a good person?
- I don't care what other people think of me.
- Has anybody told you today?  Has anyone kissed you?  Hopefully someone you know?
- No, they haven't—give me a pack of Marlboro Black, please.
- Ah, clever.  But you said please because you are a good person.
- Give me the cigarettes.
- Give me?
- Fuck!
- You're too good to demand anything, my love.
- I'm not your love.  I demand to go on with my day.  
- Never!
- (Enter Owner from his office)  Es incha, es incha?! Ara, I told you, herika khosas!  Quit bothering my customers. Ter Astavats, es porstank mez vortutz?  Verch, you're fired!  Radt kashi stutz! (Clerk exiting)
- (Customer) I'll get the door for you.
- (Clerk outside) Hey, that car let him pass—Where's the wave?  He didn't wave.  Hey, buddy, can I get a cigarette?  I've had a real productive day.
- (Man Smoking Outside) Nope, sorry.

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