Lisa: <storms into room and grabs Chef by the collar> FEED me before I BITE someone's HEAD off!
Chef: <shaking> <grabs jar of peanut butter and offers it to Lisa>
Lisa: I've EATEN that already!
Chef: <drops jar> <grabs chocolate bar and offers it to Lisa>
Lisa: ...Despite your idiocy, you are a wise man sometimes. <Snatches chocolate bar, rips off wrapper, and takes a huge bit>
Rowlf: ...Bad day at work, huh?
Lisa: Do NOT talk to me until I have FOOD in my STOMACH!
Rowlf: Check.
Lisa: <Devours chocolate bar, sits down on ball, and breathes>
Rowlf: ...Better?
Lisa: ...No. But I'll pretend.
Rowlf: Good.
Lisa: HOW long have I been working there? HOW many times have the manager and I TALKED about the fact that I HAVE A FRIEND COMING IN TOWN from the sixteenth to the twenty-fourth? Let's take a look at my WORK SCHEDULE for while she's HERE, shall we? <rifles through purse, pulls out small notebook, and flips through the pages> Here! She gets here Wednesday. I'm working four to nine-thirty. Thursday I work one to seven-thirty. FRIDAY I work noon to EIGHT-thirty. SATURDAY I work two-thirty to TEN. WE'RE NOT GONNA HAVE TIME TO DO ANYTHING!
Rowlf: Can't you get the days off?
Lisa: NO! I CAN'T take any days off NOW because one of the SUPERVISORS just QUIT which means I just got upped to supervisor so they NEED me DESPERATELY because TWO OF the other supervisors want the SAME days off for this COUNTRY MUSIC thing-- and ONE of 'em doesn't even LIKE country music but her BOYFRIEND'S taking her CAMPING so I have to work and there's NO ONE else to do it because the OTHER guy's in JAPAN and the REAL manager's still on LEAVE!
Rowlf: ...Oh, so you got promoted!
Lisa: SHADDUP!
Rowlf: Sorry.
Lisa: <Breathes> ...Don't be sorry. My fault. I'm just... GAH! <Breathes> Sorry. Sorry to snap at you.
Rowlf: <pats Lisa's shoulder> I think I'll leave you be for a while.
Lisa: <Sigh>...