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 shit'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 shit'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]

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