Waiting... (I) (2005)
Mitch: [after being interrupted yet again, Mitch has had enough] Hey turn down the music for minute... Hey would you turn down the music?
Kid at Stereo: Dude, chill.
Mitch: Would you turn down the fucking music for a minute! Jesus!
[Mitch turns the power off on the stereo and turns to everyone]
Mitch: This is fucking bullshit! I have been here all goddamned day and you haven't let me say one thing! None of you!
Monty: Well, damn, Mitch, I...
Mitch: Oh, no, asshole! You shut the fuck up now. It's my turn to talk! You're all fucked in the head! All of you! I mean you.
[points at Naomi]
Mitch: Change your fuckin' tampon and have another drink you crazy, fuckin' bitch!
[Points at Dean]
Mitch: And you! "Waaahh, I don't know what to be when I grow up!" Join the fucking army or something! Goddamn.
[Points at Calvin]
Mitch: Oh, and you! You know what? You're too easy. And you.
[Points to Monty]
Mitch: FUCK YOU MONTY! Always gotta be right, with your little quips! We get it, man. You're fuckin' edgy and cool. Yeah! You're the coolest fuckin' guy at Shenaniganz! WHOOO! That's like being the smartest kid with Down syndrome! Oh and, oh, yeah. Why aren't you in jail? I mean what
[looks at Natasha]
Mitch: are you like 13, 14?
Monty: She's almost 18.
Mitch: You know what? Fuck this! You all suck. I quit.
[Goes to leave and gets to the door and turns around]
Mitch: Oh, and yeah. There is one more thing.
[Points at Floyd]
Mitch: You... You are the biggest piece of shit in this entire restaurant.
[Floyd looks around to see if Mitch is actually talking to him]
Mitch: And I hope you burn in hell.
Floyd: Me? What the fuck did I do to you, man? Seriously?
Raddimus: [Mitch pulls down his pants and everyone says "Oh shit!] The goat! The goat, you bastard!
Mitch: [Mitch pulls up his pants and opens the door and walks out] Fuckin' faggots.
Monty: That was the shit!
[he runs out after Mitch]
Monty: Mitch! Mitch! Stop please. Look, look. Stop, stop. Okay I am sorry, and I hearby swear my undying allegiance to you. You are the fucking man.
Monty: [using a Forrest Gump voice] Momma said they's my magic shoes. Mama said they would take me anywhere. 'Course Mama used to beat me with a rubber hose and call me a retard.
Dan: We need to seize the day. Be enthusiastic.
Floyd: [enthusiastically] Yeah! Carpe deez nuts! God I can't wait to quit this job!
Monty's Mom: So I called your house today, at two. You were still asleep, weren't you?
Monty: That's an understatement.
Monty's Mom: So what did you do last night? I trust my little angel didn't do anything immoral.
Monty: Well, ummm... Let's see. I started by getting completely hammered drunk. It was bad. Then drove, while intoxicated, to pick up this disease-infested hooker.
Monty's Mom: Uh huh...
Monty: From there... uh, let's see. Me and the hooker went back to my place...
Monty's Mom: The hooker and I.
Monty: Excuse me. The hooker and I went back to my place and from there... God, it was just a blur of intravenous drug abuse and unprotected sex, while taking the Lord's name in vain.
Monty's Mom: Dean, did you know that when Monty was a child everyone thought he was retarded?
Monty: Dean, doesn't my mom look old? I mean, much older than she rightfully should?
Monty's Mom: So why aren't you and Serena still together? I liked her.
Monty: I don't know. I guess it got old. We had a relationship based on orgasms.
Monty's Mom: Oh, how charming. You are being safe aren't you? I don't think I could handle the idea of you reproducing.
Monty: Come on, mom! Of course I'm being safe. I pull out.
Monty's Mom: Yes, well your father pulled out too but we've all seen the tragic end of that story.
Monty: You think I wanna have kids? Absolutely not! That's why I stick to anal sex.
Monty's Mom: If only I had been so lucky.
Calvin: Come on guys, this is bull crap. Where the hell's my chicken sandwich?
Floyd: [Picks up chicken with tongs, drops in on the prep board. Points tongs over counter at Calvin] Fuck you, bitch!
Calvin: What the hell did I do to you, Floyd?
Floyd: [Using chicken and tongs as microphone, sings] Eat at Shenaniganz, Enjoy your food. Eat at Shenaniganz, Calvin works here!
Calvin: Oh, that's hardly sanitary.
Naomi: Like that bitch needs to be eating dessert anyway.
Bishop: Naomi... You know, if you ever want counseling in anger management or... alcoholism, I'd be more than glad to do it for you.
Naomi: You'd do that for me? Thank you, I appreciate that. But I think I'd rather you just wash the fucking dishes and and shut the fuck up! Fucking psychobabble-bullshit asshole!
Naomi: I hate this fucking place sometimes, you know. Why the fuck do we need four more people on at this time of day, man? Look at this place, it's fucking dead! I swear, Dan needs to clean the *shit* out of his fucking brain sometimes, man. Fucking asshole. What are you looking at, fuck-wad?
Monty: Hey there, Natasha, how's my favorite minor doing today?
Natasha: Hung over, I got so shit faced last night.
Monty: On a school night? Kids today.
Dean: Excuse me, sir. You forgot your change.
Redneck: No, that's for you, that's your tip.
Dean: Oh, no, no, no, I insist. You take it. You obviously need this more than I do.
Monty: With women, there are really only two options. Either she doesn't sleep with you and there's really no reason to ever call her again. Or she does sleep with you... and there's really no reason to ever call her again.
Monty: So, what do you think of Natasha?
Dean: I think she's illegal.
Monty: Yeah, I've made peace with that. Seriously, look at her. You know she has that Scooby-Doo tongue.
Dean: [imitating Scooby-Doo] Ratutory rape.
Bishop: So, when things in your life become stagnant - you know, you're no longer happy with what you're doing - then you figure out what's important to you. Then create your own penis-showing game.
Monty: Take whatever advice that she gives you with a big grain of salt.
Serena: Yeah and take anything that he gives you with a shot of penicillin.
Dan: Ma'am, I don't doubt the steak was over-cooked, but did you have to eat it all before you complained about it?
Monty: Well, Alzheimer's can't be all bad. You get to meet new people every day.
Monty: [Standing in bathroom stall with his bare torso exposed] I know what you're thinking now. You think we're all gay, don't you? Think we're all just a bunch of deviant lifestyle-living same-sex having motherfuckers, am I right?
Monty: Well, listen. You can put that faggoty baby to bed right now. None of the guys that work here are gay.
Monty: I mean, I'll stick my finger up my ass every now and again when I'm feeling squirrely, but that's about the extent of it.
Raddimus: [after explaining the various positions of the game] You can't forget this, all right? You got to call them a fag, okay? The game loses all its meaning if you don't humiliate them for being a fucking meat gazer, you got that?
Monty: Correct me if I'm wrong, but haven't I been inside you?
Redneck: I'll have a shot of whiskey and a double shot of whiskey. She'll have a water. Ah, hell, it's our anniversay. Why don't you bring her a Pepsi.
Serena: [talking to Monty] So... you know how when you're walking by a group of people, and you hear them laughing, you sometimes get that paranod, self- conscious feeling that maybe they're laughing about you, when they're really not? Well in your case, they really are.
[blows kiss exasperatedly]
Monty: I must say there's nothing more attractive than tainted youth. Yes, I am indeed a pervert. Does that offend you?
Natasha: Nope, I think most tainted youths end up being perverts.
Monty: Good fucking answer!
Natasha: Oh and Monty, just so you know, I'm only a minor for another week. I turn eighteen on Wednesday.
Monty: Well, then I guess I better hurry up then. I don't have much time.
Monty: There are few things in this world more unsettling than going in the back to grab some condiments and end up staring at a huge, steaming pile of cock.
Monty: That's Naomi. And she's been working here WAY too long. But she's actually a pretty sweet girl... when she's drunk.
Dean: What the hell can you do with an A. A. degree anyway?
Monty: You can get a job substituting retarded kids or something.
Dan: Oh, uh, push the fish, it's about to turn.
Monty: So are you going to talk to her or are you just gonna hope you're never forced to make an actual decision?
Dean: I'm going with option B.
Monty: That's my boy.
Serena: Have you talked to him about it?
Amy: No, I'm playing hard to get.
Serena: Oh, but haven't you slept with him like the past five nights?
Amy: Well, not *real* hard to get.
Dean: She really is a little bad-ass though, and fun to hang out with. Laid back. Maintenance fees are really low. I like that.
Monty: Yeah, she's a cool chick, I'd do her. Hell, I'd probably even pay.
[chuckles in disbelief then pauses]
Monty: I would.
Bishop: Psychosomatic auditory hallucinations. Most people have to pay for such a thing.
Monty: Okay, Mitch, you see what Dean just did there? Don't ever do that.
Serena: [to Monty] The only real pleasure I ever got from having sex with you came from making fun of it later with my friends. Tell him, Amy.
Amy: It's true, we laughed a lot at your expense.
Serena: So you know how when your walking past a group of people, you hear them laughing, you sometimes get that paranoid self-conscious feeling? Maybe they're laughing about you when they're really not? Well, in your case, they really are.
[blows kiss and walks away; long pause]
Monty: God, I love her.
Monty: [on going to the party] Okay, baby doll, you're definitely coming, right?
Natasha: If you do everything right, I will.
Monty: Oh god, Natasha, you're gonna have to stop that. You're making it hard... I mean difficult.
Dean: [to Monty, regarding Calvin] No, wait a minute. You have to *get* the pussy before you can be whipped by it.
Nick: [Rapping During Credits] While you're sitting at home livin' off ramen noodles, I'm in my Lexus finger bangin' poodles.
Mitch: So you're the coolest guy at ShenaniganZ, big fucking deal! That's like being the smartest person with Down Syndrome!
T-Dog: [referring to how he would use a woman like a bowling ball] Two in the pink; one in the stink!
Dean: [meeting new trainee Mitch] Listen, man. You got nothing to worry about.
[pats Mitch on shoulder]
Dean: It's just a game.
Dean: And besides, you know, if heterosexual men can't show their cocks to each other, then what the hell are we doing here?
Monty: Amen, brother.
Dean: [tweaking Mitch's nipple] You're adorable.
T-Dog: How many time have I told you? My name is T-Dog, bitch!
Raddimus: A little floor spice makes everything nice, there you go.
Male Customer #1: It's too bad Chlamydia has to be a venereal disease. It's such a pleasant-sounding word.
Male Customer #2: Chlamydia?
Male Customer #1: Chlamydia.
Male Customer #2: Chlamydia. I think I might name my daughter Chlamydia.
Monty: Mitch, you picked a fucked up night to start working here.
Naomi: You really want to know why?
Monty: Yes I really do.
Naomi: Ok Ill tell you why. Its because of THIS!
[jumps on the barstool and lifts her skirt]
Naomi: Yea! Bang! Pow! Pow! Pow!
Monty: Its so angry!
Naomi: [screeches and hisses like cat]
Calvin: Oh GOD does that thing have its shots? Put it away! Just put iy away!
Naomi: Dinner is served!
Calvin: Well its official, my penis is now just for show.
Monty: Mitch you picked a FUCKED up night to start working here.
Monty: Okay, so how would you like your steak prepared?
Female Customer: Oh, let's see... Medium... medium-rare... Well, I want a hot, pink center.
Monty: Don't we all?
Monty: Awwww c'mon now dogg, you know I'm just fucking with you. You know I give you the mad phat superfly stupid dope dumbass retarded bomb shit props.
Monty: You know, we should probably feel guilty, but she broke the cardinal rule. Don't fuck with people that handle your food
Calvin: I never make... how do you make a hundred dollars every night?
Monty: You wanna know?
Monty: You really wanna know how I make a hundred dollars every night?
Monty: It's all about that right there!
[he points; everyone turns around and is confronted by Raddimus' testicles]
Monty: Monty with the assist!
Raddimus: I can't believe how many homos we got working in here!
Monty: Women troubles Amy?
Amy: I just don't understand what would compel a person to be such a bitch to a total stranger!
Monty: Maybe she was abused when she was a child.
Amy: Oh God, I fucking hope so.
Monty: You see I don't, I don't work with any exact boundaries of the law because I wasn't consulted when the god damn laws were made. No, instead nameless, faceless politicians, the so called protectors of the moral majority decide what is right and what is wrong. I mean come on. I govern my life around my own personal code of ethics, and I suggest that you do the same. That way if, within the constructs of my own morality, I were to do something that is considered illegal, so be it. I feel no guilt whatsoever and furthermore, if I were to buckle under the social weight of the system by adhering to laws that I do not truly believe in then I would be extinguishing the very fire of patriotism and individuality. So in sense, by having sex with Natasha, I'd be preserving the rights our four fathers fought and died for, right.
Monty: With women, it's always one of two things. Either they won't sleep with you, and then there's really no need to ever call them again. Or they DO sleep with you... and then there's really no need to ever call them again.
Dean: Calvin, what happens with every girl you're interested in?
Dean: You take 'em out, you pay for everything, and you never make a move!
Monty: And then you go home, alone, to masturbate while you cry, using your own tears as lube...
Calvin: Ok, that was once, and I was drunk, and *it was Valentine's Day*. So back off.
Redneck: I should get a hat...
Dan: Yes, sir.
Redneck: And a key chain...
Dan: Yes, sir.
Redneck: And how about a couple of free sundaes?
Dan: Yes, sir. I'll have Natasha take down your information and we'll have corporate headquarters send that right out.
Redneck: What, are you gonna' to mail me a sundae? I want it now goddamnit!
Raddimus: [summing up the game for Mitch] Okay, well, that just about covers all the different variations that we have. But you know, we're always looking for new positions. So look next time you got a little down time, you find yourself a little bored, play with your nuts, you know what I'm saying? See what you come up with, okay? It's all good.
Dean: How many times can we have the exact same conversation?
Monty: It's like we're stuck in a fucking time paradox where neither our wisdom nor your virginity will ever escape.
Monty: That's right, birds of a feather flock to-vagina.
Floyd: We almost had to move it up to the 10 second rule!
Bishop: You need to invent your own penis-showin' game.
Mitch: All Right. Fuck this, I Quit
Mitch: [looks around the room, sees Floyd] You. You are the biggest piece of shit at this entire restaurant. I hope you burn in hell.
Floyd: Me? What the fuck did I ever do to you? I mean seriously.
Naomi: Ok I'll tell you why. It's because of THIS!
[jumps on the barstool and lifts her skirt]
Calvin: Well its official, my penis is now just for show.
Monty: Ahh, you know Tyla, everytime I look at you I wish I was a lesbian.
Tyla: Oh what a coincidence. Everytime I look at you I'm glad I'm a lesbian.
Monty: Everyone knows that I'm orally fixated and you can't deny that I played your vagina like a violin!
Serena: As if that somehow negates the fact that once we moved past foreplay you turned into the little engine that couldn't hold it's load?
Monty: [to new trainee Mitch] But, um, if you wanna work here,
Monty: in this restaurant,
Monty: I really think that you need to asky yourself one simple question.
Monty: How do you feel about frontal male nudity?
Dan: The difference between ordinary and extraordinary, is that little extra.
Raddimus: Shit... this is gonna be that kind of a party that I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potato! Woah!
Raddimus: ...And that's the Abraham Lincoln, but remember, you gotta shave it so it looks like his beard, otherwise, it don't count.
Dean: Here we are.
Redneck: Damn, what the hell took so long?
Dean: Sir, you ordered two well done steaks. They take awhile to cook.
Redneck: Yeah, well, can you bring me some ketchup. Mmm. Mmm. Nothin' sets off the flavor of a steak like some ketchup.
Dean: Hey, Floyd, make sure there's no bacon on the chef salad. It's against their religion.
Floyd: Yes Masta. Right away, Masta. Ain't gon' be no, no bacon on the salad Masta.
[while getting whipped with a towel]
Floyd: NO! AH! NO!
Floyd: [singing] Mm-hmm-hmm, no bacon on the salad!
Dan: [catching the bus boys slacking] Okay, Nicholas, Theodore. Boys. It doesn't take ten minutes to take out the trash. Now, if you don't get your asses out front and start doing some work, I'm going to fire you faster than you can say, 'Yo, MTV Raps.'
Calvin: [to Bishop] Okay... About three months ago I, uh, just finished my shift, and I really had to take a piss. So, uh, I go into the bathroom. And, uh, I'm at the urinal just waiting for the flow, minding my own business. When, ah, I notice out of my peripheral vision the guy standing next to me was looking straight at my dick. And he's just staring at it like they're old pals. I could practically hear what he was thinking. 'Whoa. That's a nice dick.' And that's it. Yeah, since that time, I haven't been able to use a public bathroom.
Dean: Hey Floyd, no bacon on that salad.
Floyd: [Looks at Dean and speaks with a southern twang] Yes massa, ain't gon' be no bacon on the salad
[Cook starts whipping Floyd with a towel while Floyd starts singing devotional-style]
Floyd: Oh lord, no bacon... No bacon the salad...