a) No, the pretzels on the top shelf are for display. I’m really sorry, but I can’t sell them to you.
b) Yes, I can make you fresh new pretzels while you wait for your movie to start, in about five to six minutes.
c) No, I can’t make them any faster. I really am sorry, but that’s how long they take to cook.
d) …Er, no, I can’t give you the last guy’s order. Not even if you wave your crumpled five-dollar bill in my face.
e) No, I’m not a cold-hearted bitch.
f) No, you may not come around the counter and poke around in the display case “just to see if the pretzels [on the top shelf] were really fresh after all”, what the freaking fuck.
Hoping you both do a George W. Bush on your pretzels,