Chef Slowik:
I guess I'm gonna have to make your decision for you. You belong here with your own breed.
Margot:
And what breed is that?
Chef Slowik:
With the shit shovelers. You thought I couldn't tell? Oh, I know a fellow service industry worker when I see one. Mr. Leibrandt. How do you know him? You've been eyeing him all evening.
Margot:
Well, I think you know.
Chef Slowik:
No, I don't. So, he paid for an experience. And I can tell, as one provider of experiences to another, that you don't rattle easily. So, how did he rattle you?
Margot:
He didn't rattle...
Chef Slowik:
Margot.
Margot:
He told me to agree with everything he said and continue eye contact while he jerked off.
Chef Slowik:
Wow. Specific.
Margot:
Not really. Pretty unoriginal. What rattled me is that he told me to tell him that he was a good man, and that I was his daughter, and that he loved me, and I loved him and...
Chef Slowik:
And so, he's a romantic.
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