That's a lot of food you've put away, boy. It's good food. Yup. You gonna be able to pay...

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]

Hank! - Yeah. - We got ourselves a deadbeat back here. - What? - He can't pay. Move it, Brenda. Hey, punk, I been slavin' all day makin' that slop. - The food is good. - Fuckin' A it is. The question is. How are you going to pay for it? I don't know. You don't know. Ain't that cute. I'm gonna bust your head, punk. I don't want to hurt you. Me? You don't want to hurt Hank? I just want to eat. - Operator. - Uh, yeah. Operator, uh, a local number: Prefix KL5, a Dr. Christopher Gregor.