Darla: (Yells over) AH!! SILENCE THAT BASKETBALL MISTER OR I’LL DRIBBLE YOU!
Bo: Sorry, Darla!
(Lara walks over to them and a few of the girls say “hi” to her)
Lara: Hi...
Jill: (turns to her friends) Do we want anything?
Rachel: I would love a coke, please...
Carrie: That’s full of sugar...bad for your body...
Rachel: Thank you, body police-man.
Kristine: I’ll have a diet coke, please.
Carrie: That’s even worse, the aspartame causes holes in your brain...
Kristine: Carrie!
Jill: I’d like a glass of water with lemon please, Lara. (Yells to the boys who are laughing and not paying attention) YO--GUYS! Do you want anything?
Bo: I’m alright, thanks.
Jason: I’d like a cheesesteak with onions, a large plate of fries, a large coke and a large piece of cherry pie.
Jill: It’s not gonna be on the house, Jay...
Jason: I’ll have water.
Jill: That’s two waters, a coke and a diet coke, thanks, Lara. (Lara leaves.)
Rachel: How’s Lara’s English coming?
Jill: It’s actually getting better and better. She’s just shy about using it. She’s a really sweet girl...her brother is sweet, too.
Carrie: (Looks over at Oswaldo who is going in and out of the door to the kitchen.) Yeah, he’s sweet and cu-ute...
Kristine: Forget it Carrie, he’s not gonna make enough money for you...
Carrie: I don’t need him to make money–I’m gonna make money...he’ll just be my boy toy.
Jason: Bo, do you hear this sexist conversation they’re having....I am offended by your use of the term “boy toy”–don’t trivialize us! It’s “MAN toy,” you got it?
Carrie: Sorry, he’ll be my “man toy,” then.
Rachel: Don’t you wonder about their lives...I mean, what they were doing before they came here? I know I shouldn’t ask this, but are they....illegally here?
Jill: I don’t think so–they’ve got family who are sponsoring them, but they aren’t citizens yet. My mom wouldn’t have hired them otherwise, but she is sympathetic about immigrants. I mean it was their peoples’ land before we threw them out–kind of like we did with the Native Americans.
Kristine: Yeah, but people get upset that so many are coming every day and they’re doing it illegally. I came as an immigrant from Ukraine when I was a little girl, but my family had to wait years to come in. We had to take our turn.
Jill: They’re coming because there are jobs–jobs that no one else wants to do. If there weren’t jobs, they wouldn’t come.
Rachel: True. None of us are willing to bus tables and wash dishes here five days a week...right?
Jason: I think it’s the Spanish...everyone gets tired of hearing Spanish everywhere.
Rachel: Yeah, and when your ancestors came, the people who were already here said the same thing about them–only it was German, not Spanish.
Bo: Yeah, everywhere you went it was, “HEIL HITLER!!” (He accidently tosses ball as he throws his arms up to do “Heil.” The ball bounces around and hits various tables and knocks something over. Darla comes over and confiscates the ball while giving him the evil eye.)
Bo: Sorry Jill, I’m gonna get you in trouble with the management.
Jason: She is the management. Or daughter of the management. And someday you’ll take over and be the big boss, right, Jill?
Jill: Not me. I’m not sticking around this town. I’ve got places to go...(They perform I’m Going Places.)