I thought so, but I put them on top of each other. Black robe on top of black robe. What was the point? A development in which mystery calls for mystery. Well, I don't care. You have nothing else to do, do you? My stomach feels swollen.

"Are you one customer?

"No, I thought I'd wait for a friend to do your bill"

"Hmm."

Oh, my God, this waitress, she's catching on.

No complaints, should I become a monster Kramer and make a mess of the complaint storm? Oh, I'm sorry. My feelings of remorse are overflowing. I think I'll use the power of the lady to crush this store. Hmm.