I've been doing all the work anyway, and I really could use the extra money.

You need help.

No, I don't.

Everyone need help sometimes.

I don't.

I've been waiting my whole life, okay?

I've waited on tables, I've waited in bars, I've waited on home pregnancy tests.

I already hire new waitress.

She work in all top restaurants in Manhattan.

I gave her Paulina's uniform.

Hi, Mr. Lee.

Not to complain, but I think someone wore this uniform before me.

Like, right before me.

Is it possible that I could get another one?

Maybe one that's a little less moist?

Also, this mustard color doesn't really go with my skin tone.

Neither do the mustard stains.

And these various other stains.

And smells.

I hope that's clam chowder.

So...

I think it'd be better for everyone, including my immune system, if I just keep on wearing what I'm wearing.

And add the apron.

Because this is Chanel.

So...

Thank you, and let's waitress.

Whatever that is, it does not belong in this diner.

It belongs in a show on Bravo.

But she blonde.

Hair so shiny.

Good for business.

Where do you even find these people?

The Russian hooker.

The one before that was a meth addict.

You train her.

I am boss.

The boss.

Oh.

Fine.

But make her wear the uniform.

Are you sure we can't get the meth addict back?

She was really good at cleaning.

But her teeth fall out.

You are really judgmental, you know that?

I'm only gonna say this once, so pay attention.

I'm Caroline, by the way.

And you're Max?

Don't get attached.

So...

This is the Williamsburg Diner, owned by Han Lee, who just changed his name to Brice Lee because I guess he wants people to take him even less seriously.

Eight months ago, we bought it from the Russian mob.

The clientele used to be all Eastern Bloc criminals and crack whores, but then he took it over and ruined it.

Hey, sexy woman.

You look so pretty today.

You look so beautiful.

I forgot how bad your personality is.

Thanks, Oleg.

Hey, Barbie.

That's Oleg.

He will hit on you aggressively and relentlessly.

He doesn't realize he looks like that, and I don't have the heart to tell him.

Miss, could we get some menus?

Oh, sure.

Don't smile.

Because it raises the bar and then I have to smile, and I can't be doing that.

It's exhausting, and I have a bad back.