Mr. Sambal, Truffles and others in “Unfinished Business”

[petting Truffles' head, mistaking her for a kitty] Nice kitty.

Hey, what is this thing?

Pfft. Radda radda.

Oh, the customer. Wait, do you realize what this means?

Radda?

The customer came to pick up his own order. [facepalms herself] Ugh, and my idiot husband just left to deliver it! [cut to Mr. Sambal taking a shower at the lobby fountain] Who knows how long until he gets back? You keep an eye on him until Dummy McDumbalot comes home.

Radda radda radda radda.

Cleaning or no cleaning, you will watch him, or I'll rip your- [sees Mr. Sambal walking by] Oh, hello. Don't worry. Shnitzel here will take care of you until your order is ready. That's what we pay him for.

Ah, towels. [strips off Shnitzel's apron, leaving him in his underwear]

Okay, that's disgusting.

[goes back into the kitchen; sighs] Radda.