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Will the new girl come get her order?

Trudi, pick up.

Here you go.

- Will that be all?

- This will do. Thanks.

One moment.

- I ordered the Western Burger.

- Just a sec.

Sh*t!

That's his burger. You ordered

the French Burger, that's the Western...

Too late? It's okay.

- I'm sorry. It's my first day.

- It's all right.

I'm from England. We're used to bad service.

Is that supposed to make me feel good

or something?

Hello?

Anyone?

No! Stop!

Are you crazy, man?

You could lose a finger like that.

Sorry.

It's you?

Done any Mex bashing lately?

- What?

- I'm sorry.

You probably don't remember me.

I know all us "wetbacks" look alike.

I didn't say anything.

Wait a minute.

I do.

I do remember you.

You're the busboy who walked out.

You left my mom stranded at dinner rush.

God, who could forget.

You don't seem to be

much better at this job.

And in case you don't know,

most projectors have a knob for focus!

Goodbye, chula.

I think we've been over this

about a hundred times too many.

Look, Nora. Wait!

Come on, open up. Let me talk to you.

What, Raymond?

What's to say?

Maybe we could have a drink

or a cup of coffee?

Spend a little time together?

Julie, in all those years, never knew a thing.

We never hurt nobody.

I can't get it through your head that you're

not the only one with a family to protect.

My girls are grown up now.

I can't be messing with a married man.

I got to set some kind of example.

It seems to me that if I make you feel good...

that's the type of example

that would mean something to your girls.

Better than the role model

of being a lonely woman.

Yeah, I get lonely. I do. So, big deal.

Women are lonely in the '90s.

It's our new phase.

We'll live.

I've been lonelier.

You take care.

And take care of those girls of yours.

I still want to meet them one day.

It's nice to see you.

You are so beautiful.

I got to go.

Sh*t!

She's so beautiful.

I mean, the words:

"Have to believe we are magic."

It's tripped out.

She's proposing some very weird, cool,

and scary sh*t.

Like what?

Like that feminine sh*t.

Going further than love.

Further than sex.

Like death.

Like, Don't Fear the Reaper.

The way I see it, chicks are the ones

who want to go to outer space.

That's why they push it so hard.

It's like Adam and Eve.

He was fine grooving in Paradise...

but Eve wanted something scary.

She wanted the f***ing edge.

She wanted to jump off cliffs

just so she could see what it was like to fall.

Risk.

That's what this song's all about, Shade.

That's what Eve wanted.

That's what Olivia wants.

And that's what I want.

- Has anybody seen Brett tonight?

- Who? Brett?

Yeah, I think I have seen Brett.

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