I'm your waiter. Would you like to order now?

No, I'd rather continue counting the flowers on the wallpaper.

Yes, order me an ambulance. I waited so long I don't have the strength to chew.

Yes, I'd like something you could bring me in an hour... how about minute rice?

No, we'd like to hear every lame song in the jukebox a third time before we're really hungry.

Yes, we came in for breakfast but now we might enjoy a bedtime snack.

You're so perceptive. Was it my grandmother using her false teeth as finger puppets that tipped you off?

Yes, I'd like to order a phone so I can call for a pizza.

Oh, you're our waiter. I thought you were that actor from "The World's Slowest Man" movie.

Waiter... that certainly is a good name for you.

No, we have to dash off—we left our kindergartener at home and about now she should be graduating from high school.