Caroline Channing: [to a customer] Hi. Sorry. We're out of Muenster.
Cheese Guy: Seriously, dude? I wanted Muenster.
Caroline Channing: Sorry. We have swiss, cheddar, and American.
Cheese Guy: Uh, I hate cheddar and swiss blows.
Caroline Channing: Well, then American?
Cheese Guy: American cheese? What am I, in grade school?
Max Black: [Butting in] Yeah. Go to the principal's office. I can't have another idiot up my ass right now. It's at capacity.
Caroline Channing: Max, I got this.
[to customer, cheerfully]
Caroline Channing: Would you like to look at the menu again?
Cheese Guy: This is crap, okay. I wanted Muenster.
Caroline Channing: [Mostly sarcastically] Well I wanted to be running a Fortune 500 company instead of waiting on a toxic man-child like yourself, but, we can't always get what we want, so order something else, put it in your pie-hole, and get on with your damn life!
[Walks away from him and up to Max]
Max Black: Welcome to "waitress". We've been expecting you.
[She walks away like a giddy school girl]