Hill Street Blues, Season 3

Lt. Hunter:
Keenly interested as I am in the opinion of coffee-shop help, madam, I must nonetheless insist that you exchange this brûlée grotesque for one medium rare. In addition to which, you will henceforth address me as "Lieutenant."

Waitress:
Forget it, honey.

Lt. Hunter:
Take it back, you impertinent scullery maid! Take it back, I say!

Waitress:
Don’t you bark at me, buster. I’ve been serving you the same slop five days a week for four years running, and the most you ever left me was a quarter!

Lt. Hunter:
Perhaps if you did your job properly, you’d be compensated properly! Why, in Saudi Arabia, you’d be physically maimed for this sort of malfeasance!

Waitress:
You don't get squat from me, you two-bit Nazi!