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Louis: Agata, take the soy bean steak to the hyena on Table 12! Milk that Rex-given cuteness of yours for all it's worth (Heaven knows we need the tips)! Free, quit chatting up the waitresses and take that Chardonnay to Table 9!
Free: On it, Boss!
Louis: Miguel, hurry up and get that cucumber churrasco all the way to Well Done!
Miguel (wearing a hair net): Seriously!? Who the fuck orders a steak Well Done!?
Louis: Don't give me lip! Now hurry up before I make you join Dope and Sabu in cleaning up the men's room with a toothbrush!
(A pissed-off Legoshi barges into the kitchen, inadvertently hits Free when he opens the door, knocking him unconscious).
Louis (facepalms hard): DAMMIT, LEGOSHI!
Legoshi (dead inside): The old turtle from Table 18 returned his rice cake steak again. Says he wanted Mandarin orange sauce, not Jaffa orange.
Miguel: Fuck kinda difference does it make!? They're both oranges!
Louis: It's a world of difference, you bumpkin! Why, Mandarin--
Legoshi: Old guy also wanted me to tell my boss (meaning you, Louis) he's a shitty leader and a terrible actor, as in the Rob Schneider of theater. He's an acclaimed critic who's published over a hundred books on why Adler sucks, so he knows what he's talking about.
Louis: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?
Agata: Uh, Boss? Remember your blood pressure.
Louis: THAT TEARS IT! (Snatches the steak, searches a nearby fridge). I'll show him shitty, give or take a coupla minutes on the throne! Where're my Ex-Lax dark chocolate chips!?
Miguel: You mean the ones that were in that huge glass jar? (Grins nervously). W-Well, I... I kinda made Hino and Dolph melt them down into a nice smooth mousse, like you taught us to!
Agata (moans in pain, clutches his stomach like he has indigestion): B-Boss? I-I don't feel so good...
Legoshi: Uh-oh...
Louis: YOU DID WHAT!?
Bill (from outside): HEY, WHO'S HOGGING THE BATHROOM!? I'M HAVING A CRISIS HERE! OUTTA MY WAY, EYEBROWS!
Dope (also outside): No, you can't come in, Sir! We're not done cleaning up! I don't care if you have explosive diarrhea!
Sabu (ditto): LET HIM IN, MAN, LET HIM IN!
(Multiple farting noises are heard).
Legoshi: Well... imma email my resume... again. Do I brib--pay Deshico his usual? (Louis starts twitching uncomfortably). I'll take that as a yes. Good thing Grandpa and Yahya-san cancelled at the last minute. (Leaves).
Agata: (runs the hell away): OUTTA MY WAY, I GOT THE RUNS!
Louis (still twitching): Anybody needs me, I'll be in the breakroom, crying in front of a mirror as sad, otherworldly music plays in the background. (Leaves).
Miguel: Wonder if Melon-san needs an assistant... (Leaves).