[after the bomb incident at Lux Atlantic]
Marianne Taylor
Lisa! Do you have any idea what we've been through? First, there was no reservation.
[smiles forcedly at Cynthia]
Marianne Taylor
Then, our ceiling exploded. I got chunks of plaster all over me. I could get asthma.
Lisa Reisert
I'm so sorry, Mrs. Taylor. Is there anything we can do to make it up to you?
Marianne Taylor
Yes. Start by cleaning house. Get rid of her. She is completely useless.
[she looks over at Cynthia, then to the Taylors]
Lisa Reisert
Here's what you can do. You can fill out a comment card at our front desk.
Marianne Taylor
A comment card?
[indignantly to Bob]
Marianne Taylor
She asked us to fill out a comment card.
Bob Taylor
You want us to fill out a comment card?
Lisa Reisert
Yes, I do. And after you've finished, you can go ahead and just shove it up your ass.
[both Taylors are struck dumb by this sentence]
[as she walks away with Lisa, arm in arm]