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August 4, 2008 LENA: ...and that's where you'll pick up the food. Tu vois? We open in half an hour, so go get yourself cleaned up. / ANASTASIA: Since when do we hire underage ragamuffins? / LENA: He was eating from the garbage, Anastasia. / ANASTASIA:Lena? Who owns this place? / LENA:... you and Sal do. / ANASTASIA: C'est ça. (That's right.) We make the decisions here. You may be Sal's cousin, but you still just the hired help. So. Who told the charity case digging in our dumpster that he worked here? / LENA: Sal did. / SAL: Opening time! I'll be out front!
August 6, 2008 FAUSTO: Sal! Mon ami! / SAL: Fausto! The man who would be my best customer! ... If he ever paid his tab. / FAUSTO: You whine too much. Did you whine this much when we were in the army? Was I too drunk to notice? How's la chienne verte? / SAL: Don't ask. / FAUSTO: That bad? / SAL: I hired a busboy without telling her. / FAUSTO: Men have been hung from meathooks for less. As I recall, it's how she got her court-martial. / SAL: Not helpful, Fausto.
August 8, 2008 TARA: Are you sure this is a good idea? / TRAVIS: No, really, this place is great! They have vegetables! / TARA: It's a rough part of town, Travis, and the locals don't exactly love Imperials. / TRAVIS: Oh, the folks here are really tolerant -- / OFFSCREEN PATRONS: GET LOST, BLUEBALLS! -- Stay on your own side of town, alien-lovers! -- go screw your Emperor! / TRAVIS: ... Uh, relatively speaking. / LENA: Travis! You came back! Wow, you're stubborn.
August 11, 2008 ANASTASIA: It's not enough that I hide my face in this kitchen all day. It's not enough that my partner hires help without telling me. It's not -- / SAL: Dammit, Ana, you know we needed the help! Lena's been -- / ANASTASIA: This would be Lena your cousin? Lena that's told more'n I am about my own business? Lena, who gets treated like royalty for being soft and weak? / SAL: This would be Lena -- the first help we've had who doesn't drink the stock, rob the till, or have hysterics when you throw a temper tantrum. I should have talked to you first, but we needed him. Be reasonable, oui? / ANASTASIA: "Temper tantrum"? / SAL:This does not help your case.
August 13, 2008 LENA: Bonsoir, Murdoch. L'habituel? / MURDOCH: Oui. And whatever's the dinner special. / FAUSTO: Better watch out, college girl. Your teachers catch you talking French, they'll boot you right out of that fancy school. / LENA: They wouldn't -- well, an administrator maybe. But I won't get caught. / RILEY: I don't know why a smart girl like you wastes her time. / RILEY: You'll bleed yourself dry jumping through their hoops, and what'll you get for it? A piece of paper. Nobody gets anywhere in this town unless they're a somebody. Come out of Lowtown and you don't stand a chance. / RILEY: You'll end up in some dead-end job watching the boss's kids get promoted over your head, a salary that's a joke, a wife that hates you -- / LENA: Wife, huh? / FAUSTO: Riley my man, for a lawyer, you sure don't mind what comes out a your mouth.
 
August 15, 2008 FAUSTO: Bastard chair's listing to one side again. Saint's tears, I wish I had the doles for a new set of legs. / RILEY: If you don't mind me asking.... / FAUSTO: Lost 'em in a crash. I had a load for the Army depot at Dugmore, and some trou d'cul (asshole) had mined the landing strip. / RILEY: Aren't they required to pay your medical when it's in the line? / FAUSTO: Ah, but I wasn't on duty. / FAUSTO: I took a friend's shift. Not on the roster, no medical, tu vois (you see)? / RILEY: ... Even for the Army, that's cold. You know, a decent lawyer could have a field day in court with that. / FAUSTO: Couldn't afford it, mon ami. / RILEY: I suppose most lawyers would charge you an arm and a leg. / FAUSTO: Could be. But I know that's what the Army charges for crossing 'em. What limbs I have, I mean to keep.

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