The Impostors1998

Maurice:
[has just finished eating a pastry; part of a scheme to get free pastries] I hate them.

Baker in Kramer's Pastries:
Oh, I'm sorry; to each his own. There's another bakery shop down the block whose wares might be more to your liking. Thank you for coming in. [to Arthur] May I help you, sir?

Arthur:
Yes, would you excuse me a moment? I'm sorry, [to Maurice] I couldn't help but overhear, excuse me, sir, um, but may I say that your rudeness to this hard-working gentleman is uncalled for.

Baker in Kramer's Pastries:
Please, sir

Maurice:
I beg your pardon.

Arthur:
No, I beg yours, sir. I happen to know that this gentleman [refers to the baker] is one of the finest pastry chefs on the Eastern seaboard.

Baker in Kramer's Pastries:
Well, thank you.

Arthur:
You're welcome.

Baker in Kramer's Pastries:
Do I know you?

Arthur:
Of course you do.

Maurice:
What's your point?

Arthur:
My point is, sir, that you would not know a good creampuff if it jumped up and licked you on the ass.

Maurice:
Well...

Baker in Kramer's Pastries:
Sir, it's just a difference in taste.

Arthur:
No, no. this man is clearly an imbecile.

Maurice:
Ah, an insult! [quietly to Arthur] I'm in-I'm insulted?

Arthur:
Yes.

Maurice:
I'm insulted! Well, I am!

Arthur:
Oh, well good-good-good-good! Well, I'm glad you are! But I'm sure you're not as insulted as this gentleman!

Baker in Kramer's Pastries:
Oh, I'm not insulted.

Arthur:
Oh, yes you are! The man works all day like a mule to support his miserable family.

Baker in Kramer's Pastries:
Well, here now, my family isn't miserable. We're all quite happy!

Arthur:
No, you're not! You're miserable and pathetic, look at you! [ignoring his protest] All day, working like a lackey from rise to set sweating in the eye of Phoebus!

Baker in Kramer's Pastries:
I love my work!

Arthur:
No, you don't!