American Horror Story2011

Flabby Customer:
Yo. The medium buckets is supposed to have eight pieces, this one has only seven.

Queenie:
My name is not "Yo." It's Queenie. And you must've miscounted because I packed that basket myself.

Flabby Customer:
Well you must've got a "D" in math 'cause there's only seven pieces.

Queenie:
Actually, sir, I got an "A" in math. All of them. Calculus, trig, Advanced algebra.

Flabby Customer:
Is that so?

Queenie:
Mm-hmm.

Flabby Customer:
Look, I'm sure you're a genius, just give me an extra piece of chicken and I'll be done here.

Queenie:
Look, Pencil Dick, I'm not stupid, okay? You ate that extra piece, and now you want a freebie.

Flabby Customer:
I'd like to speak to the manager, stupid fat ass.

Queenie:
What did you call me?

Flabby Customer:
Get the manager!

Queenie:
I *am* the manager!