Vendor: Hey, Bob, how are ya?
Dr. Kelso: Fine, Allen. Uh, today, I think I'll try a double half-caf mocha foam latte mochaccino with a shot of vanilla and a sprinkle of nutmeg.
Vendor: So, black coffee?
Dr. Kelso: Bingo-bango!
Carla: Oh, my God - these people actually like you!
Dr. Kelso: Maybe you should just order.
Carla: Yes, I'll have an espresso, please; and...what kind of scones do you have today?
Man: Son of a bitch. Do you mind, lady? I am in a rush.
Carla: Oh, my goodness! I'm so sorry. What am I doing thinking I can take an extra six seconds to pick my breakfast? I'm gonna have to call my mom and tell her she did a lousy job raising me. Thank you, so much.
Dr. Kelso: I, uh, I think what she means is, she doesn't give a crappuccino!