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Take everything in.

Leave no mentaI stone unturned.

Can you do that for me, Mitch?

Good.

Then I want you think about

what your life would be like

if you had been born blind.

Thanks, Bishop.

Go. Go, go, go, go, go.

As you can see,

this is a wait station.

This is where you're gonna get the ice,

the soft drinks, the condiments,

the doggie bags,

et cetera and so forth.

That's the computer where you're gonna put

the food and drink orders in.

I hate this f***ing place

sometimes, you know.

Why the f*** do we need four more people

on at this time of day, man?

Look at this place!

It's f***ing dead.

I swear, Dan needs to clean the sh*t

out of his f***ing brain sometimes, man.

F***ing a**hole.

What are you looking at, fuckwad?

That's Naomi. And she's been

working here way too long.

But she's actually a pretty sweet girI

when she's drunk. Let's go.

Come on, baby.

It's nothin' like that.

It's true. You just treat me

like a piece of meat.

Not just any piece of meat, baby.

A prime rib.

- Really?

- Uh-huh. Baby, you're oozin' with sexuality.

Yeah, but why does it always

have to be about my looks?

Just 'cause I dress slutty

doesn't mean I am slutty.

Okay. This is for deliveries.

There's the Dumpster for the trash.

Also, if you wanna get out of the restaurant

and chill out, here you go.

And these two fun-loving pieces of wannabe

gangster sh*t are Nick and Theodore.

How many f***ing times I told you, man?

It's the f***ing T-dog, yo.

- Sorry, G.

- Hey, yo, b*tch.

What makes you think

I won't cut you?

Aw. Come on, now, dog.

You know I'm just f***ing with you.

You know I give you the mad,

phat, superfly, stupid-dope,

dumb-ass, retarded,

bomb-sh*t props.

Yo, it's almost 4:20, dog.

Let's go.

Those guys should be sterilized.

And I'm not kidding at all.

You don't talk much,

do you, Mitch?

- Actually, you haven't really given-

- That's okay.

'Cause I didn't talk much when I first started

working here either.

You just gotta get used

to your surroundings.

- What's up, Poncho?

- Hey, Raddimus. How you doin'?

Actually, more importantly,

how are you and Danielle doing?

I saw that you guys

were arguing, and-

Sh*t, you know, it would be

a shame if you guys broke up.

You two are

really good together.

F*** off, okay. Even if we did break up,

you stand no chance in hell, man.

She got this thing about dating grown men

who've had sex with 16-year-old girls.

See, that's the problem

with women, okay?

They're always trying to project

their own values on you.

Whatever.

Anyway, this is Mitch.

He just started today,

so I thought I'd give you the pleasure

of explaining the finer points

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