Farva: Give me a double bacon cheeseburger. Dimpus Burger Guy: [into mic] Double baco cheeseburger. It's for a cop. Farva: What the hell's that all about? You gonna spit in it now? Dimpus Burger Guy: No, I just told him that so he makes it good. [into mic] Dimpus Burger Guy: Don't spit in that cop's burger. Farva: Yeah, thanks. Second Dimpus Guy: Roger, holding the spit. Farva: Gimme a pie... apple. Dimpus Burger Guy: Want me to hold the spit? Hah, just kidding officer Farva. [pause] Dimpus Burger Guy: Want me to dimpa-size your meal for 25 cents? Farva: Want me to punch-a-size your face, for free? Dimpus Burger Guy: It's only 25 cents, and look how much more you get. Thorny: Look, kid, he doesn't want it. Farva: I can handle this, Thorn. I don't want it! Dimpus Burger Guy: Uhh, right. Beverage? Farva: Gimme a litre o' cola. Dimpus Burger Guy: What? Farva: [Annoyed] A litre o' cola. Dimpus Burger Guy: [into mic] Litrecola? Do we sell litrecola? Thorny: Will you just order a large, Farva? Farva: I don't want a large farva. I want a goddamn litre o' cola! Dimpus Burger Guy: [to Farva] I don't know what that is! Farva: [slowly starts shouting] Litre is French for... [grabs burger kid by shirt] Farva: ... give me my f**kin' cola before I break VOUS F**KIN' LIP!
