Dallas:
Just get the fucking coffee and let's go.
Billy Hill:
This ain't exactly Brazil. I coulda pissed you a fuckin' cup by now.
Nick:
[to Cashier]
HEY? You're out of Chocolate Mac!
Cashier:
Sorry. No Chocolate Macadamia. You will please have something else?
Nick:
[filling cup]
Fuckin' Hazelnut...
Cashier:
[ringing up cash register]
That will be one dollar and eight cents.
Nick:
The sign says "All coffee: 69 cents."
Cashier:
I am very sorry, but that is a 44-ounce cup and the largest coffee cup is 20 ounces. Therefore, I must charge you 99 cents, plus tax, the price of a large fountain drink.
Nick:
That's bullshit! That sign says "Coffee: all sizes", not "all sizes up to 20 ounces."
Cashier:
I'm humbly sorry, but you must pay 99 cents, plus tax, for that cup.
Dallas:
Just pay the bitch the dollar-eight and let's get the FUCK outta here!
Nick:
Fine, but it's bullshit. Just get me my fuckin' snackie cake.
Cashier:
I'm sorry. I cannot do that. That is *only* available with the 20-ounce coffee. That is not a 20-ounce coffee.
Billy Hill:
This bitch is gettin' on my nerves, man. Forget it!
Dallas:
Just give him the fuckin' danish.
Nick:
That sign says, "Free snackie cake." I paid a dollar and eight cents for my coffee. I want my free snackie cake!
Cashier:
I *cannot* do that.
Dallas:
[puts snackie cake on the counter]
Here. Hmmm? Take it!
Nick:
That's apple cinnamon! I wanted cream cheese.
Billy Hill:
For fuck's sake, pay her the money and let's go.
Nick:
[scoffs]
Fine! Either of you got something smaller than a Ben?
Cashier:
[Billy opens his case and hands Nick a $50]
I'm sorry. I cannot accept any moneys over a $20 bill.
Billy Hill:
[frustrated]
That's it...
Cashier:
I should not sell it to you anyway, as that cup is very hot and might burn you. You are very strange. I'm going to call the police.
Dallas:
Fuck this. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!... BLAM!
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