Alanna Ubach credited as playing...
Naomi
- Naomi: Like that bitch needs to be eating dessert anyway.
- Bishop: Naomi... You know, if you ever want counseling in anger management or... alcoholism, I'd be more than glad to do it for you.
- Naomi: You'd do that for me? Thank you, I appreciate that. But I think I'd rather you just wash the fucking dishes and and shut the fuck up! Fucking psychobabble-bullshit asshole!
- Naomi: I hate this fucking place sometimes, you know. Why the fuck do we need four more people on at this time of day, man? Look at this place, it's fucking dead! I swear, Dan needs to clean the *shit* out of his fucking brain sometimes, man. Fucking asshole. What are you looking at, fuck-wad?
- Naomi: You really want to know why?
- Monty: Yes I really do.
- Naomi: Ok Ill tell you why. Its because of THIS!
- [jumps on the barstool and lifts her skirt]
- Calvin, Mitch, Monty: OH! MY GOD!
- Naomi: Yea! Bang! Pow! Pow! Pow!
- Monty: Its so angry!
- Naomi: [screeches and hisses like cat]
- Calvin: Oh GOD does that thing have its shots? Put it away! Just put iy away!
- Naomi: Dinner is served!
- Calvin: Well its official, my penis is now just for show.
- Monty: Mitch you picked a FUCKED up night to start working here.
- Natasha: Dean.
- Dean: What?
- Natasha: The old lady at Table 37 wants you to sing the birthday song for her grandson. His name is Timmy, and he's eight years old.
- Dean: [tosses a cake with Happy Birthday onto the counter from the box] I need birthday singers!
- Monty: Come on, people! We need birthday singers!
- Naomi: Fuck.
- Dean: [the gang walk toward Table 37, clapping and cheering. Dean holds out the cake and brings it to the table, spotting Timmy] There he is. There's the big winner.
- [sets the cake onto the table where Timmy is]
- Monty: [excitedly] Yeah!
- Dean: All right. Attention, guests! Today's a very special occasion. It's Timmy's eighth birthday! Big round of applause.
- [the guests cheer and applaud]
- Dean: He's earned it. He's got his whole life ahead of him. The sky's the limit.
- Dean: [singing] I don't know but I've been told.
- Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin: [singing] Someone here is getting old!
- Dean: [singing, Timmy looks frightened] Good news is dessert is free.
- Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin: [singing] Bad news is we sing off-key!
- Dean: [singing] Happy birthday...
- Dean, Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin: [point to Timmy, in unison] TO YOU!
- [Timmy starts crying in embarrassment, the waiters applaud and cheer. One of them holds up Timmy's arm and waves it in the air]
- Natasha: Look at the camera!
- [holding a camera]
- Dean: Picture time.
- [the camera snaps and we're revealed the photograph of all the waiters and Timmy posed for the picture, Timmy still cries in the background as this happens]
- Dean: All right. All right. Cry it off.