Nerva: "Mebby a diner-dinner on th' road is onna those things that SEEMS alot better, CONCEPTOOLY, than it is in PRACTIS!"

Dinar Woman: "Your skrodloaf, miss.."

Nerva: "Ooo!"

Nerva: "Ok, maybe th' dinner IS fun..."

Dinar Woman: "Your fries will be forthcoming, as will water. Any further drinks?"

Nerva: "Strawb'ry malt?"

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Dinar Woman: "Well... I did as I was told.. but WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

Dinar Woman: "Two tablets from the bottle, given me JUST IN CASE!"

Dinar Woman: "BUT - DARE I DELIVER IT? & make a MOCKERY of my OATHS as a RESTAURANTEUR?"

Nerva: "Hey, thanks!"

Dinar Woman: "Um-- 'Njoy--"

Nerva: "Um-- if yer not fergettin' somethin'?"

Dinar Woman: "WHAT? I forget NOTHING! I am an EXPERT SHORT-ORDER COOK!"

Nerva: "Uh... fries, sil-vu-plat?"

Dinar Woman: "I-- uh-- yes, yes of course--"

Nerva: "Um... Are you OKAY?"

Dinar Woman: "O, STRIFE-- this moment of DECIZION!"

Dinar Woman: "I..."

Nerva: "Ooog... alluvda suddin-- I'm so SLEEPY..."