Max, look at all these customers from Brooklyn midnight ride, I smell of diner success!
Really? 'Cause I smell baked crotch.
Can balls fart? Because I feel like I'm smelling that too.
Where is Oleg with my orders? If my tables don't get food soon, they're gonna...
Oh, my God, they're raising their arms.
Ugh! Well, we know it wasn't a charity ride to raise money for deodorant.
Oleg, where are my burgers?
I'm a little in the weeds right now.
You mean you smoked a little weed right now?
It's medicinal. Helps with my chronic erection.
Can someone who's not in the Grateful Dead tell me how we're gonna get food?
Follow me. You do plates, buns, coleslaw.
I'll do burgers, fries, and any guy who has no future.
Can you imagine if we were born inside shells, and then even bigger animals cracked us open to eat?
Fries on the plates!
Is anybody writing this gold down?
All right, Oleg. I want in. Where's the... or the... or the...
Oh, my God, am I deaf?
Wait, where is it? I put it somewhere.
Ooh, a french fry.