Gladys Foster:
[Charlie brings Gladys' steak to her table]
Oh, thank you dear. How far along are you?
Charlie:
Oh, just about there.
Gladys Foster:
The father must be very proud.
Charlie:
Nah I wouldn't know.
Gladys Foster:
He's?
Charlie:
Out of sight, out of mind.
Gladys Foster:
I see...
[Charlie tries to wave the flies away from the steak]
Gladys Foster:
So I take it you're not married.
Charlie:
No.
Gladys Foster:
That's too bad.
Charlie:
No. Yeah I prefer it that way. I don't need a man telling me what to do.
Gladys Foster:
But what about the baby?
Charlie:
I got it under control.
Gladys Foster:
But it's gonna burn.
Charlie:
[pauses, staring at Gladys]
What did you just say?
Gladys Foster:
I said your fucking baby's gonna burn.
[the whole diner stares in stunned silence]
Charlie:
Go to hell, lady!
[Charlie slams the bill on the table and storms off to the kitchen]
Charlie:
[Charlie says to Jeep and Bob]
Fucking Jesus freak!
Bob Hanson:
What happened?
Gladys Foster:
[chuckling as she begins to eat her steak]
All those little babies are gonna burn!
Percy Walker:
[trying to get Gladys to quiet down]
Ho... Ho...
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