:11:02
Run away with my hope
:11:05
Hey, where the hell were you,
O'Donnell?
:11:07
I got 15 orders stacked up here
and nobody to run the grill.
:11:10
Fifteen orders, Walt.
Is that all?
:11:12
Gimme ten minutes,
I'll catch us up. Go on. Lie down.
:11:15
Relax. You look tired.
:11:18
We can talk about
my raise later.
:11:20
You think this is Australia?
There's no raise. I'm about to fire you.
:11:29
Um, excuse me.
Mr. O'Donnell?
:11:33
- Yes.
- Mr. O'Donnell. My name is Violet Sanford.
:11:35
I'm a songwriter.
I just wanted to give this to you.
:11:37
I know it's not the most professional
way to submit a tape.
:11:41
- But this is all pretty new to me.
- It's pretty new to me too.
:11:45
I just figured as the manager
of a club like this, you must know every band on the East Coast.
:11:49
The manager...
of this club.
:11:57
Um--
:11:59
- You guys go ahead. I'll catch up.
- Sure thing.
:12:02
Mr. O'Donnell.
:12:08
I don't usually do this,
Violet.
:12:11
Um, but I-- I have
a feeling about you.
:12:14
- So I'm gonna take your tape,
and I'm gonna see what I can do. - Thank you.
:12:21
I can't believe
how easy this was.
:12:23
Neither can I.
:12:26
Uh, you wanna go for
some coffee or something?
:12:29
O'Donnell, who do I look like?
Your god damn maid?
:12:33
That's Mr. O'Donnell,
:12:35
but I'll let it slide
this time.
:12:37
I told you to take your stuff
home and wash it.
:12:39
You got cow grease
caked on the front.
:12:41
Walt, I've warned you
about your attitude-- You're fired.
:12:47
Oh, you better not
push me, kid.
:12:48
I can find a hundred other
little punks like you, can burn a turkey burger.
:12:55
Minimum wage punk.