Max, a woman in my section wants to know if we do anything gluten-free.

What do I tell her?

Tell her she's not allergic to gluten.

She's just masking an eating disorder. Look alive, people.

Club sandwich, burger medium, and a shrimp salad for the gambling man.

I asked for salt and pepper.

I wanted mayonnaise and mustard.

You forgot my diet soda.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll be right back. Oh, what?

Never doubt me.

Here's my last check, girl.

Look here, Max.

That lady just slipped me her number.

Like I need another menopausal white woman spratting out my window like a cat in heat.

God, I love money. I know.

I'm so sorry I broke up with you.

Look, this week's new iPad just came out.

Spread the words.

Word.

Word.

I saw that on the wire. Max, three weeks in a row, you have not yet accepted my request to be a Facebook friend.

Max, I am talking to you.

Oh, I didn't hear you.

I have my earbuds in.

What are these? Okay, you had to bust a move and get all the truth on my ass?

Fine, let's go there.

Han, I'm never gonna be your Facebook friend.

Oof, hard to hear.

Well, I accepted you, Han.

Yes, thank you.

You make my heart sing.

Oof, heart me still. That was like watching someone club a baby seal.

Why wouldn't you just say yes to his friend request?

Because I never check Facebook.

Why would I?

So some girl I worked at a movie theater with in 2005 can tell me it's raining and she's totes bummed?

Caroline, better check Facebook page.

Maybe someone just post on your water.

Han Lee has tagged you in 25 photos?

Wanna borrow my seal club yet?

Oh, that stings. I've lost like 300 Facebook friends since my father was arrested.

Well, your father's probably made that many new friends in prison, so it all evens out. Okay, ready to go?

Do we have to?