Hey, Phil. Whatcha–
“I’m not talking to you.”
–doing? What did I do now?
“You remembered I exist?”
Hold on: you don’t like me. Now you’re jealous I’m spending time with the other lunatics?
Well, they’re doing so much ridiculous bullshit in so many ridiculous places. You play in your restaurant wearing that green flannel.
“The busboys are up to some cray stuff. Seriously cray.”
This jealousy is not a good look for you.
“Fuck Josh Meyers.”
Don’t curse in front of the little randos, Phil.
“It’s my restaurant and I’ll curse in front of whoever I want.”