Uh, those are hot dogs, right? Yeah, want one? Mmm, yeah I'd love one. That'll be two...

[Brenda has been at the bus station downtown for so long, she's starving. She tentatively approaches a hot dog vendor] Brenda: Uh, those are hot dogs, right? Hot Dog Vendor: Yeah, want one? Brenda: Mmm, yeah I'd love one. Hot Dog Vendor: That'll be two bucks. Hot Dog Vendor: [Brenda hands him a check, he stares incredulously] A check? Brenda: Yeah, but it's a good check. See, Chris' mom wrote it to Chris 'cause Chris bought her something, I can't remember what. Then I bought Chris some press-on nails, I gave Chris the difference, and she wrote the check over to me. So I'll write the check over to you, you keep the difference, and I'll take the hot dog. So, you got a pen? Hot Dog Vendor: Get outta here! Brenda: Wait! I'm starving, you'd rather throw it away than give it to me? Hot Dog Vendor: I work on a cash-only basis. Brenda: But it's a perfectly good check! Hot Dog Vendor: No! I'll make it very clear. You slip me the cash, and I'll slip you the weiner. Brenda: But I don't have any cash! Hot Dog Vendor: Then I don't have a weiner!