MR. CREOSOTE: *groaning*
MAITRE D: And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
MR. CREOSOTE: Nah.
MAITRE D: Oh, sir, it's only a tiny, little, thin one.
MR. CREOSOTE: No. **** off. I'm full.
MAITRE D: Oh, sir. Hmm?
MR. CREOSOTE: *groan*
MAITRE D: It's only wafer thin.
MR. CREOSOTE: Look. I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.
MAITRE D: Oh, sir, just-- just one.
MR. CREOSOTE: *groaning* All right. Just one.
MAITRE D: Just the one, monsieur. Voila.
MR. CREOSOTE: *groaning*
MAITRE D: Bon appetit.
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