*Jim sneaks up on an ice cream waitress named Mags, grabs her by the hips*
Mags: Hey, hands off, dirtbag!
Jim: Come on, Mags, why don't you just give me a try?
Mags: ....how old are you?
Jim: ....21.
Mags: 17 is more like it, right? Look, you may be tough, but I don't rock the cradle.... I'm old enough to be your older sister!
Jim: *sarcasticly* I like that! I've always wanted to make it with my older sister!
Mags: Can't you get it through your head? I DON'T want to see you!
Jim: Yeah, well, uh.... You're not gonna do any better in this town, baby.
Mags: I'm really sorry... But my religion with (I cannot make out what she's saying here unfortunately). *walks off*
Jim: Yeah, you're smart, aren't you? But you'll have it, and you will LOVE it!
*Jim looks around to see people looking at him*
Jim: What are you looking at?! Eat your ice cream! *Walks off frustrated*