Wrigley:
Uh, I'll just have a, um, salad, please. Um, baby field greens.
Nero's Waitress:
What did you call me?
Wrigley:
Uh, no, I-I... I-I didn't call you anything.
Nero's Waitress:
You want a salad?
Wrigley:
Yeah. Do you... Do you have a, uh, green salad?
Nero's Waitress:
What the fuck color would it be?
Wrigley:
Why are we eating here?
Nero's Waitress:
What's his problem?
Miles Massey:
Just bring him an iceberg lettuce and a mealy tomato wedge smothered with French Dressing.
Nero's Waitress:
And for you?
Miles Massey:
Ham sandwich on stale rye bread. Lots of mayo, easy on the ham.
Nero's Waitress:
Slaw Cup?
Miles Massey:
What the hell.