Tammy2014

Keith Morgan:
[sternly] Tammy, do you know how I got to where I am?

Tammy Banks:
[confused] Sucking dick and kissing ass?

Javier:
[knocks on the door] Excuse me, Keith. We need some more ketchup.

Keith Morgan:
Okay. [reaches for the jar of ketchup] English, though, Javier. This is America.

Tammy Banks:
It was English.

Keith Morgan:
That wasn't English.

Javier:
[notices blood on Tammy's face] Is that blood?

Tammy Banks:
Yeah. A deer hit my car on the way in.

Javier:
Maybe you should go see a doctor.

Tammy Banks:
Yeah. No kidding.

Keith Morgan:
Okay, thanks, Javier. That's great advice. See you later. [to Tammy as he is fed up with Tammy's tardiness and laziness] Tammy, I'm terminating your employment at Topperjack's.

Tammy Banks:
[looks at her badge in shock] You've gotta be shitting me.

Keith Morgan:
No, I'm terminating your employment. And I need your badge.

Tammy Banks:
[looks at her badge again] What ba--? You mean my name tag?!

Keith Morgan:
Yes, exactly. I need your badge back.

Tammy Banks:
It's not a badge. It's a shitty name tag, and you made me buy it with my own money.

Keith Morgan:
That's company policy. I need it back.

Tammy Banks:
Well, I need you to stop sweating through your shirts and grossing everybody out.

Keith Morgan:
It is hot. And when it's hot, people sweat. It's how it is.

Tammy Banks:
Not like that. Not like that.

Keith Morgan:
Well, do you know what?!

Tammy Banks:
That sh*t's medical!

Keith Morgan:
[furious] I-- LISTEN!! Tammy, you have already been fired. I have already terminated your employment. You are at least 40 seconds fired, so please exit the Topperjack's.

Tammy Banks:
[gets up from the chair] Fine. You know what? I'm gonna give you this.

Keith Morgan:
Tammy.

Tammy Banks:
I got it right here.

Keith Morgan:
It's your middle finger.

Tammy Banks:
No. [shows three fingers from her right hand] Poom. Read between the lines.

Keith Morgan:
I knew that you were gonna do it, Tammy. So it's not as good. I get it, Tammy.

Tammy Banks:
[makes a little version of the middle finger] Poom. You get that?

Keith Morgan:
What is that?

Tammy Banks:
A little version of this.

Keith Morgan:
Hey, don't let a deer hit you on the way out.

Tammy Banks:
[frustrated] You dick. You know what?! [starts throwing the Topperjack's ketchup packets] Don't let these ketchup packets get stuck in your gross armpits! You'll have to buy new shirts, you dick!

Keith Morgan:
Those are Topperjack's supplies. You are no longer an employee of Topperjack's. [Tammy shakes her hair in the buns] Oh.

Tammy Banks:
Yeah, that sh*t's contaminated now! [starts taking the Topperjack's burgers] For overtime due, Keith. Overtime due.

Keith Morgan:
Tammy, just get out.

Tammy Banks:
Enjoy the special sauce.

Keith Morgan:
Do not touch the Tower Deluxe burgers. Those buns are all still good. Just change the hats.

Tammy Banks:
Yeah. [aggressively gets cocky in Keith's face] Yeah, that's what I thought. [raises both middle fingers]

Keith Morgan:
I'm calling the police!

Tammy Banks:
Uh, just thought you should know, the meat here is real shitty. Real, real, real shitty. That's the truth!

Keith Morgan:
That's not true.

Tammy Banks:
[to a customer] That's not chicken. I don't know what it is, but it's not bird.

Keith Morgan:
It's 110% chicken.

Tammy Banks:
Bird doesn't come out of squeezy tubes. My gut here, is mostly dick and beef.

Keith Morgan:
She's disgruntled.

Tammy Banks:
[fed up with Keith's excuses] You know what. [throws a Topperjack burger at Keith's arm as payback]

Keith Morgan:
OW! My elbow.

[Tammy slams a Topperjack burger onto the Employee of the month plaque.]

Tammy Banks:
Boom! Later loser! [leaves the Topperjack's restaurant]