[Vince hides as Burt comes into the restaurant]
Linda Mason:
Hi!
Burt Klane:
Hi.
Linda Mason:
Can I help you?
Burt Klane:
Uh, yeah... where's the little shit?
Linda Mason:
Uh, you'll have to be more specific.
Burt Klane:
Benedict.
Linda Mason:
Oh, he wouldn't come in here! Isn't that right, Marnie?
Marnie Mason:
Who, Vincent?
[wipes down a table, dumping scraps on Vincent's head]
Marnie Mason:
That weasel? That creep? I wouldn't serve him if he crawled in here on his hands and knees.
[Vincent scrambles out on his hands and knees]
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