All right. Everybody cough up some green for the little lady.
Come on. Throw in a buck.
Uh-Uh, I don't tip.
You don't tip?
No - I don't believe in it.
You don't believe in tipping?
You know what these chicks make, they make shi**.
Don't give me that she don't make enough money she can quit.
Let me get this straight - so you don't tip? Ever?
I don't tip because society says I have to. Alright, I mean I'll tip if somebody really deserves a tip, if they really put forth the effort, I'll give 'em something extra, but I mean this tipping automatically is for the birds. I mean as far as I'm concerned they're just doing their job.
Hey, this girl was nice
She was OK - but she wasn't anything special.
(Skip dialouge because this is a family channel - play music or beeps in your head)
Jesus Christ - I mean these ladies aren't starving to death. They make minimum wage. You know, I used to work minimum wage. And when I did, I wasn't lucky enough to have a job society deemed tip-worthy.
You don't care they're counting on your tips to live?
(Mr. Pink rubs two of his fingers together).
You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing just for the waitresses.