Josh

Working overtime. Sixteen hours.

That's a vanilla milkshake.

You could walk there in two minutes.

Oh, my God. It's him.

- Please, Josh? - No.

Oh, my God. He just ordered a giant glass of milk.

If this guy freaks out, will you protect us?

I can see his hair bobbing up and down.

Oh, God, this is totally unbearable.

wild cherry roundup, and ten-gallon tangerine.

This guy has every reason to freak out.

There he is back there.

This is a pretty fucked up thing to do to somebody.

Hey, what you doing?

- Can anybody drive? - He's insane.

Seriously, I'm, like, this close to being done.

- We should follow him home. - Forget it.

I'll be done in a minute. Can you guys just wait outside?

Can we talk about this in a minute?

It's just an excuse for us to spend time with you, Josh.

I don't believe I care for any of those.

So, Josh, will you please give us a ride?

Look, I already told you guys, I'm not giving you a ride.

You have five minutes left on your shift.

Look, I don't see why you guys even need a ride.