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| - Pops: I say why the handsome chap in the newspaper don't you think? [The newspaper shows Pops and Pops chuckles] Waiter: Uh, sure. I'll be back in a second for the check. [Pops folds the newspaper and looks at the check] Pops: Let's see here I think, 25 percent tip, yes jolly good show jolly good show deserves jolly good tip I always say. [Pops puts some lollipops in the bill] Waiter: Can I get you any change sir? Pops: No, no it's all for you my good man, top notch service. Waiter: Wow thanks sir, very generous of you. Pops: Oh well, good day young man. Waiter: Hey! Hey you stop! What the hell?
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| - Pops: I say why the handsome chap in the newspaper don't you think? [The newspaper shows Pops and Pops chuckles] Waiter: Uh, sure. I'll be back in a second for the check. [Pops folds the newspaper and looks at the check] Pops: Let's see here I think, 25 percent tip, yes jolly good show jolly good show deserves jolly good tip I always say. [Pops puts some lollipops in the bill] Waiter: Can I get you any change sir? Pops: No, no it's all for you my good man, top notch service. Waiter: Wow thanks sir, very generous of you. Pops: Oh well, good day young man. [Pops walks away and the waiter opens the bill to see lollipops in there] Waiter: Hey! Hey you stop! What the hell? Pops: Excuse me? Waiter: Is this some kind of a joke? Pops: No Joke, look two peppermint, one root beer, and [Scoff] butterscotch ripple! Young man the sum I left here is ample, it's more than enough to take care of the bill and substantial amp left over for yourself I might add. Manager: What's going on here? Waiter: Gramps here is trying to pay with lollipops! [Pops throws his lollipop and it breaks a window] Pops: I don't believe this! That's a starry tip I left you you vile cad! Waiter: I don't care what flavor it is i'm not taking candy from some lollipop headed FREAK! Pops: Bad show, bad, bad show, I refuse to take any more of this... this abuse. Gentlemen, I take my leave. [Pops bumps into the chef] Chef: He wasn't done talking to you yet! [The chef pushes Pops into a table] Pops: Okay, Okay, I don't want any trouble. Waiter: That's right, PAY UP! Pops: Yes sir, [Pops stares at a chair] let me get my bill fold. [Pops grabs the chair and hits the waiter then the manager and the chef tackle Pops then Pops leaves the restaurant and gets in a taxi] Pops: Drive, Benson. Take me away from this, horrid place. Benson: Yes, sir. [The car is driving then it starts flying] Pops: Goodbye United States. I hope one day, we become friends. [The short ends with credits]
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