Awww, he don't wanna hurt ol' Hank.

Brenda the Waitress:

[to Luc, who has devoured many, many plates of food at the diner]
That's a lot of food you've put away, boy. Luc:
It's good food. Brenda the Waitress:
Yup. You gonna be able to pay for all that? [Luc looks at her dumbfounded, she senses the answer and calls to the back] Brenda the Waitress:
Hey Hank! We got a deadbeat here! Hank the Cook:
[Comes out from the kitchen]
Hey, punk, I been slavin' all day makin' that slop! Luc:
The food is good. Hank the Cook:
Fuckin' A it is. The question is, how are you going to pay for it? Luc:
I - I don't know. Hank the Cook:
You don't know. Ain't that cute? I'm gonna bust your head, punk! Luc:
I - I don't want to hurt you. Hank the Cook:
Awww, he don't wanna hurt ol' Hank. [Takes a swing at Luc, and is easily beaten by him. Luc then proceeds to do the same thing to every patron in the café who steps up to him]