Punctuality is the number one rule in my employee handbook, which I've adorably named The Han-book.
Relax, Han. Nobody's gonna die if I'm not here to drop off a tuna melt.
In fact, they're more likely to die if I do drop it off.
Late, and with an attitude. You think you're too good for the diner?
Of course she thinks that.
I think sourdough bread is too good for this diner.
Well, what other career option do you have, Caroline?
Hmm, let's see. Cupcakes? No, wait, your shop didn't last six months.
Don't go there, Han.
Oh, I'm already there. And now I'm back.
Why so moody, Han? Are you man-struating?
Is it that time of the man-th?
That shop was our dream, Han, and this is just a dumb diner.
Ooh! I'm fired? Max, Han just fired me.
You lucky son of a whore.
I'm serious, Caroline. You called my diner "dumb."
Well, at least my diner's still open and successful, whereas your cupcake shop was so dumb, it failed.
Ooh, he did not go there.
I went there, and then I came back, and then I went there again.
You know what? I don't need this.
Well, actually, you do kinda need this 'cause we broke.
Broke or not, I don't have to stand here and take this. I quit.
Oh, really? You quit? You must be dumber than my diner because I already fired you.
Han, I know you've had it up to here, but you need to relax.