Cash Register (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 16 - Friday at the Supermarket - full transcript
Friday - The employees and customers biggest nightmare.
"Issachar Bounty"
Checkout
Of course I was at the supermarket.
You think I'd wait until now?
It's Friday... Yes.
Honey, all you have to do
is come home,
put the food in the pots and that's it.
Yes. What?
You're on your way back?
No, sweetie, drive slow.
No, of course not.
I'm just looking out for you.
Everything's ready. Bye, sweetie.
Where are the carts?
Shirley's family is coming in 4 hours,
nothing is ready.
That's why I set the alarm for 7 a.m.
Enough time to get to the supermarket.
But it's 2 p.m. What happened?
-Half a bottle of Araq, that's what,
but it's cool. It takes Shirley
36 minutes to get home from work.
If I stick to the plan,
there shouldn't be any problem.
7 minutes for the meat,
4 for the cold cuts,
3 for the pickles, 7 for the veggies,
1 minute for the herbs,
you know what? 2.
8 minutes to get home.
That's 5 minutes left
for miscellaneous.
Kohama, where are all the carts?
-They're away on a seminar.
A seminar for carts?
-Yeah, you know, once a year.
Lectures, wheel massage,
stuff like that.
It's Friday, where could they be?
You take a cart to the parking lot,
eight people make a dash for it.
I didn't put a cart in the schedule,
but it's under control.
I'll take a minute off the meat,
a minute off the cold cuts,
a minute off the herbs,
I'll get two corianders,
that leaves 4 minutes
for miscellaneous.
Excuse me.
It's taken.
What?
-What "what?"
What am I, a screensaver?
You saw me here.
Dude, I'm looking for a cart.
-And I'm here to cheer you on?
What, is there a line?
I don't see a sign.
It's a free economy, man.
You don't say...
-I say.
Uh... excuse me.
-Yes, sweetie?
Can I have the cart when you're done?
-Of course.
Live and learn.
Goal!! Gotta cart.
I couldn't ask for a better start.
The secret is -
first the durable items.
was surprised the guy didn't insist
on that cart...
Oy! -What?
-The softener should have gone in first,
so it doesn't squish the tomatoes.
-What... No, it's fine...
the weight extracts their flavor.
-No, I know how I want it.
I'm starting over.
Believe me,
the Sistine Chapel didn't take that long.
Now the tomatoes.
Oy!
What's wrong?
-This tomato has a bruise.
Here, all better.
-No, no tomatoes with bruises.
Wait for me here a few minutes,
I'll be back. -But... why with the cart?
You can take the bag.
Why with the cart?
Then I realize that if I wait for the granny,
I won't have time for miscellaneous.
Kid.
Where's your mom?
-She went to get me chocolate milk.
And she left you on this safety hazard?!
Didn't the tell you about the boy
who got stuck in a cart?
No. What happened to him?
-He stayed stuck in the cart.
He went to kindergarten in it,
to school in it, to the army!
Then one day,
they were in the stairwell,
his mom opened the front door,
the cart toppled over
and it rolled down all the stairs!
Boom!
It smashed into a wall
and the cactus splattered!
But that won't happen to you.
You know why?
Uncle Yossi is here.
He'll save you from this safety hazard
and put you on the carrots
and you'll be strong like Super Carrot.
Excuse me, Sir. -Yes?
Can I go before you,
I just have one item.
Okay, fine.
-Thank you so much.
Excuse me, what is this?
-What? -"What?"
You cut in line as if we're decor,
that's what. -Disgusting.
Combine food, money and lines
in one place, there will be action.
I let him. -Oh, you let him?
My bad, king of the line.
Forgive me, my king,
for questioning your edict.
Ma'am, really, this is beneath us.
-Beneath us, you say. -Disgusting.
If not for this argument,
I wouldn't be here now.
You aren't here, get back in line.
-Let's agree to disagree.
Let's agree to agree
you're getting back in line.
Disgusting.
From day one on the job
I made it my purpose to fight
the shouting in the lines.
There is no "ugly Israeli,"
there's the Israeli who feels ugly.
A tip from my mentor -
Steve Jobs.
He didn't talk to me.
I read his books
and he was a sworn Buddhist.
So I scattered trickle fountains
throughout the supermarket
to provide an air of calm.
The customers were very pleased with...
the trickling sound,
it made them feel great.
-Wow, that's beautiful.
Yes, the problem was when
the trickling sound
had too much of an effect
on the cashiers.
Oh, I gotta go...
-But you just got back!
I can't hold it in.
-Finish ringing me up first.
Disgusting.
When that failed,
I applied the power of suggestion...
where you plant soothing messages
in the subconscious
with meditative music.
The customers said:
"Soothing music in the supermarket?
"Wow, what a genius idea!
You're like Steve Jobs in a girl!"
So where did that go wrong?
-Some employees...
got too calm because of the music.
Seriously?
When the music didn't do the trick,
I realized that if I want
to soothe the people in line,
I need a charismatic authority figure
to guide them live.
What's going on here?
-This brute...
Stop, off, confirm. One by one.
Go ahead.
only have one item. -Okay.
This nice gentleman
let me go before him.
Forgive me for having a family
and not living alone with a cat.
Ooh, jealous!
-Hey, hey!
This woman could be your mother.
Your sister...
Let's all calm down
and do a simulation.
Circulation?!
I have eggplants on the stove!
Trust me. We'll do this quickly.
We'll do it once,
no more arguments in the supermarket.
Trust me, I'm the manager, okay?
I would like you and you to tell me
what happened here,
each from the other's point of view.
-I don't get it.
I want you to get into this lady's shoes,
this young woman...
and tell me what happened
from her perspective.
As if I'm her. -Exactly.
I was standing in this long line,
stressed out, dying to...
get my shopping over with.
That's great. Now your turn.
I got to the checkout with one item.
-Yes? -I didn't want to stand in line
because one item takes one second.
-Excellent! Yes?
So with all this stress on me,
I see this nice man. -Nice...
And even though it's just one item,
no skin off my back,
I resented him.
-Okay, stop here, back to you.
So I see this line
with inferior people,
why should I stand in line?
After all, I'm king of the world,
my cat hasn't eaten in 30 minutes.
-And since I'm so petty
hated seeing someone else
feeling good.
Excuse me, I don't understand
what she's saying, I'm a moron.
No, maybe I'm cold, maybe I'm hot,
I don't know... menopause!
Menopause has done me in!
Don't you talk about menopause,
you brute! -Old lady! -Get back in line!
Ramzi!
So there's yelling in line.
Big deal. It's so Israeli,
so authentic, so warm...
Who said it's a negative thing?
You.
"Issachar Bounty"
Sweetie, what's up?
Where are you?
Where? So fast?
They opened the new road?
Great timing.
So when will you be home?
24 minutes?
Is there anywhere
to stop for ice cream on the way?
No, doll, to reenergize.
No... sweetie,, I just want...
Before you cook,
for some glucose, some energy,
you are cooking after all.
At home, where could I be?
-Cleanup at main checkout.
Cleanup at main checkout.
-Swee.tie, no...
I shopped this morning.
I'm watching a series on TV.
About this supermarket,
called "Checkout". Bo-ring.
Where did that come from?
24 minutes?
1 minute for the cheese,
1 for the meat,
3 minutes at the checkout,
4 minutes for miscellaneous.
That's barely enough time.
Excuse me, Sir.
-Not now!
New yogurt with a surprising flavor!
Define "surprising."
-Lychee pear.
Surprising.
-Passion fruit strawberry.
Predictable.
So that's "miscellaneous"?
-For now. In the supermarket.
The secret at the checkout line
is to detect which cashier works fastest
and synchronize accordingly.
This takes skill.
They say that Arik Sharon never spent
more than ten minutes in a supermarket.
Him and Mourinho.
Then I see a customer
with a high-tech tag.
What do high-tech employees
get on Passover? Holiday coupons!
You ever see holiday coupons
go through smoothly?
It's at least seven minutes of...
"What's this? This is unfamiliar.
"Rivka, do we take these?"
"I can't see without my glasses."
Listen to me good,
choosing a line takes experience.
Superstar!
"Closed"
No, no, wait, wait!
have 16 minutes to get home.
Then why didn't you say so?
I'm sucking my peepee in,
that's it, no more peepee.
I can keep working.
Kohava,
you can't do this to me!
One more word and it's number two.
That Kohava...
This leaves me 7 minutes at the checkout,
2 minutes for the remaining miscellaneous,
7 minutes to get home.
Even Arik Sharon couldn't do that.
Mourinho, maybe.
No, sweetie, no whistling.
I'll have to pee again.
Sure, no whistling.
Hey, where's the bags?
-Oh, they're out protesting.
It's Friday, where would they be?
They're all gone.
How will I take all this home?
Get a box from the carton bin,
I just work here.
Hey... open up.
-We're closed. -What?
We're closed.
-What's that? No, no...
I just went out to get a box,
my stuff is in there.
We're closed!
-My stuff is at the checkout!
Can't you hear me? We're closed!
-Don't tell me "we're closed..."
Tell that to Shirley when she finds out
there's nothing to cook!
Open up!
-Don't knock on the glass!
Listen to me!
-Don't knock on the glass.
The guard has to comply
with all the rules.
The most important one -
no entry after 2:30.
You open up for one person
who just wants a newspaper,
then someone wants cauliflower
and then someone
wants to blow himself up.
You want to blow up? After 2:30.
Here. -Thank you.
You can go before me.
-No, that's okay. -No, I insist.
Really? -Yes.
-Thanks, it's so nice of you.
Amnon, dude,
I didn't know you had it in you.
What? -Considerate, caring.
-I didn't know either.
Considerate and caring?!
It's Friday.
They reduce the price on pastry
before they close, so she can go before me.
Excuse me.
How much are the mini pastries?
-Are you messing with me? -What?
You asked me three times
and I answered you three times.
Five shekels per 100 grams.
-Oh.
You want?
-No, I'm good.
What did I tell you?
She's reducing the price.
"Have a nice weekend"
Wait, soon it's closing time.
How will they sell
the mini pastries they have left?
If I were the manager,
I'd reduce the price of the mini pastries.
So I don't get stuck with merchandise.
She's telling her to reduce the price.
Didn't I tell you?
The world is divided into two -
the winners
and the chumps who buy mini pastries
for five shekels per 100 grams.
Excuse me.
What are you doing?
-Packing up. It's closing time.
The most pathetic stunt ever.
They pretend they're packing up
and I'm supposed to get stressed
and buy the mini pastries at full price.
They don't know me.
To all the beloved, pleasant customers,
it's with great sorrow that we inform
that shopping hours are over.
Please make your way
to the checkouts, Ramzi Abed Ramzi.
They're playing mind games.
-Sir, do you need anything?
You don't defeat a history professor
with mind games.
How much are the mini pastries?
-Five shekels. -No, thank you.
I'm throwing them away.
-Do that. Good luck.
Don't let me get in your way.
-Are you sure? -Wholeheartedly.
Okay.
No! -What?
Fine, you're stronger than me.
You win. You're the haggling champ.
Finally. How many do.yeu want?
-One. -One kilo?
One mini pastry.
What?
You waited 90 minutes
for a discount on one mini pastry?
It's not the discount,
it's the principle of the matter.
The principle?
No!
Oops...
-No, I swear, you're crazy!
I wanted one mini pastry!
Move!
Oh, there you are.
I almost told them
to scatter the items.
The guard, he... he wouldn't...
he wouldn't... Never mind.
At least I'm on schedule.
Sweetie, finish with me,
how much for all this beauty?
297.70. -Excellent.
What?
-Where is it? -Where is what?
Oh no... -What's wrong?
-Shit...
It's in Perselani's kitchen.
-Then go get it. -Go get it?
He lives far away.
Shirley will be back in five minutes!
Really?
I've had the list since Sunday,
she said: "Franco, be home early."
It's important to her.
Hey, angel... what's up?
-I'm nearly home,
heat the oven to 200.
I don't even have time to pee.
Uh... Shirley, I have...
I have something to tell you.
It's about the shopping, I...
Ow!
Shirley, are you alright?
-Ow!
Shirley, what happened?
-Someone crashed into me.
What? -Does she have to yell?
Shirley, are you alright?!
Wait there, I'm getting an ambulance,
I'll be right there!
Shirley, I'll be right there!
Wait, what about the cart?
These Fridays will be the end of
Goalie, there is a God!
-Are you serious?
Your wife was in an accident
and you're dancing?! -An "accident...
A small fracture in the hand.
Listen, this accident works for everyone.
Shirley's resting in the hospital,
I have till Monday to shop.
But this time, not at the last minute.
Ramzi, you gotta help me!
She'll be back from the hospital
in 30 minutes!
We have 7 minutes for the meat,
6 for the cheese, 5 for the salads,
8 for veggies
and 4 for miscellaneous! -Let's go!
Dear customers,
80% off all the pastries.
This is your last chance. Thank you.
Have a nice weekend.
Now?!
Now you reduce them?!
Now?!
Now you reduce them?!
Last chance?!
Scum, degenerates!
Fascists, terrorists!
I'm not budging! I'll show you!
Bring on the bulldozers! '
Cannibals! Misanthropes!
Where is your heart?
Where is your heart?
Terrorists!
Terrorists!
Hamas is kinder than you!
ISIS is kinder than you!
Disgusting...
Checkout
Of course I was at the supermarket.
You think I'd wait until now?
It's Friday... Yes.
Honey, all you have to do
is come home,
put the food in the pots and that's it.
Yes. What?
You're on your way back?
No, sweetie, drive slow.
No, of course not.
I'm just looking out for you.
Everything's ready. Bye, sweetie.
Where are the carts?
Shirley's family is coming in 4 hours,
nothing is ready.
That's why I set the alarm for 7 a.m.
Enough time to get to the supermarket.
But it's 2 p.m. What happened?
-Half a bottle of Araq, that's what,
but it's cool. It takes Shirley
36 minutes to get home from work.
If I stick to the plan,
there shouldn't be any problem.
7 minutes for the meat,
4 for the cold cuts,
3 for the pickles, 7 for the veggies,
1 minute for the herbs,
you know what? 2.
8 minutes to get home.
That's 5 minutes left
for miscellaneous.
Kohama, where are all the carts?
-They're away on a seminar.
A seminar for carts?
-Yeah, you know, once a year.
Lectures, wheel massage,
stuff like that.
It's Friday, where could they be?
You take a cart to the parking lot,
eight people make a dash for it.
I didn't put a cart in the schedule,
but it's under control.
I'll take a minute off the meat,
a minute off the cold cuts,
a minute off the herbs,
I'll get two corianders,
that leaves 4 minutes
for miscellaneous.
Excuse me.
It's taken.
What?
-What "what?"
What am I, a screensaver?
You saw me here.
Dude, I'm looking for a cart.
-And I'm here to cheer you on?
What, is there a line?
I don't see a sign.
It's a free economy, man.
You don't say...
-I say.
Uh... excuse me.
-Yes, sweetie?
Can I have the cart when you're done?
-Of course.
Live and learn.
Goal!! Gotta cart.
I couldn't ask for a better start.
The secret is -
first the durable items.
was surprised the guy didn't insist
on that cart...
Oy! -What?
-The softener should have gone in first,
so it doesn't squish the tomatoes.
-What... No, it's fine...
the weight extracts their flavor.
-No, I know how I want it.
I'm starting over.
Believe me,
the Sistine Chapel didn't take that long.
Now the tomatoes.
Oy!
What's wrong?
-This tomato has a bruise.
Here, all better.
-No, no tomatoes with bruises.
Wait for me here a few minutes,
I'll be back. -But... why with the cart?
You can take the bag.
Why with the cart?
Then I realize that if I wait for the granny,
I won't have time for miscellaneous.
Kid.
Where's your mom?
-She went to get me chocolate milk.
And she left you on this safety hazard?!
Didn't the tell you about the boy
who got stuck in a cart?
No. What happened to him?
-He stayed stuck in the cart.
He went to kindergarten in it,
to school in it, to the army!
Then one day,
they were in the stairwell,
his mom opened the front door,
the cart toppled over
and it rolled down all the stairs!
Boom!
It smashed into a wall
and the cactus splattered!
But that won't happen to you.
You know why?
Uncle Yossi is here.
He'll save you from this safety hazard
and put you on the carrots
and you'll be strong like Super Carrot.
Excuse me, Sir. -Yes?
Can I go before you,
I just have one item.
Okay, fine.
-Thank you so much.
Excuse me, what is this?
-What? -"What?"
You cut in line as if we're decor,
that's what. -Disgusting.
Combine food, money and lines
in one place, there will be action.
I let him. -Oh, you let him?
My bad, king of the line.
Forgive me, my king,
for questioning your edict.
Ma'am, really, this is beneath us.
-Beneath us, you say. -Disgusting.
If not for this argument,
I wouldn't be here now.
You aren't here, get back in line.
-Let's agree to disagree.
Let's agree to agree
you're getting back in line.
Disgusting.
From day one on the job
I made it my purpose to fight
the shouting in the lines.
There is no "ugly Israeli,"
there's the Israeli who feels ugly.
A tip from my mentor -
Steve Jobs.
He didn't talk to me.
I read his books
and he was a sworn Buddhist.
So I scattered trickle fountains
throughout the supermarket
to provide an air of calm.
The customers were very pleased with...
the trickling sound,
it made them feel great.
-Wow, that's beautiful.
Yes, the problem was when
the trickling sound
had too much of an effect
on the cashiers.
Oh, I gotta go...
-But you just got back!
I can't hold it in.
-Finish ringing me up first.
Disgusting.
When that failed,
I applied the power of suggestion...
where you plant soothing messages
in the subconscious
with meditative music.
The customers said:
"Soothing music in the supermarket?
"Wow, what a genius idea!
You're like Steve Jobs in a girl!"
So where did that go wrong?
-Some employees...
got too calm because of the music.
Seriously?
When the music didn't do the trick,
I realized that if I want
to soothe the people in line,
I need a charismatic authority figure
to guide them live.
What's going on here?
-This brute...
Stop, off, confirm. One by one.
Go ahead.
only have one item. -Okay.
This nice gentleman
let me go before him.
Forgive me for having a family
and not living alone with a cat.
Ooh, jealous!
-Hey, hey!
This woman could be your mother.
Your sister...
Let's all calm down
and do a simulation.
Circulation?!
I have eggplants on the stove!
Trust me. We'll do this quickly.
We'll do it once,
no more arguments in the supermarket.
Trust me, I'm the manager, okay?
I would like you and you to tell me
what happened here,
each from the other's point of view.
-I don't get it.
I want you to get into this lady's shoes,
this young woman...
and tell me what happened
from her perspective.
As if I'm her. -Exactly.
I was standing in this long line,
stressed out, dying to...
get my shopping over with.
That's great. Now your turn.
I got to the checkout with one item.
-Yes? -I didn't want to stand in line
because one item takes one second.
-Excellent! Yes?
So with all this stress on me,
I see this nice man. -Nice...
And even though it's just one item,
no skin off my back,
I resented him.
-Okay, stop here, back to you.
So I see this line
with inferior people,
why should I stand in line?
After all, I'm king of the world,
my cat hasn't eaten in 30 minutes.
-And since I'm so petty
hated seeing someone else
feeling good.
Excuse me, I don't understand
what she's saying, I'm a moron.
No, maybe I'm cold, maybe I'm hot,
I don't know... menopause!
Menopause has done me in!
Don't you talk about menopause,
you brute! -Old lady! -Get back in line!
Ramzi!
So there's yelling in line.
Big deal. It's so Israeli,
so authentic, so warm...
Who said it's a negative thing?
You.
"Issachar Bounty"
Sweetie, what's up?
Where are you?
Where? So fast?
They opened the new road?
Great timing.
So when will you be home?
24 minutes?
Is there anywhere
to stop for ice cream on the way?
No, doll, to reenergize.
No... sweetie,, I just want...
Before you cook,
for some glucose, some energy,
you are cooking after all.
At home, where could I be?
-Cleanup at main checkout.
Cleanup at main checkout.
-Swee.tie, no...
I shopped this morning.
I'm watching a series on TV.
About this supermarket,
called "Checkout". Bo-ring.
Where did that come from?
24 minutes?
1 minute for the cheese,
1 for the meat,
3 minutes at the checkout,
4 minutes for miscellaneous.
That's barely enough time.
Excuse me, Sir.
-Not now!
New yogurt with a surprising flavor!
Define "surprising."
-Lychee pear.
Surprising.
-Passion fruit strawberry.
Predictable.
So that's "miscellaneous"?
-For now. In the supermarket.
The secret at the checkout line
is to detect which cashier works fastest
and synchronize accordingly.
This takes skill.
They say that Arik Sharon never spent
more than ten minutes in a supermarket.
Him and Mourinho.
Then I see a customer
with a high-tech tag.
What do high-tech employees
get on Passover? Holiday coupons!
You ever see holiday coupons
go through smoothly?
It's at least seven minutes of...
"What's this? This is unfamiliar.
"Rivka, do we take these?"
"I can't see without my glasses."
Listen to me good,
choosing a line takes experience.
Superstar!
"Closed"
No, no, wait, wait!
have 16 minutes to get home.
Then why didn't you say so?
I'm sucking my peepee in,
that's it, no more peepee.
I can keep working.
Kohava,
you can't do this to me!
One more word and it's number two.
That Kohava...
This leaves me 7 minutes at the checkout,
2 minutes for the remaining miscellaneous,
7 minutes to get home.
Even Arik Sharon couldn't do that.
Mourinho, maybe.
No, sweetie, no whistling.
I'll have to pee again.
Sure, no whistling.
Hey, where's the bags?
-Oh, they're out protesting.
It's Friday, where would they be?
They're all gone.
How will I take all this home?
Get a box from the carton bin,
I just work here.
Hey... open up.
-We're closed. -What?
We're closed.
-What's that? No, no...
I just went out to get a box,
my stuff is in there.
We're closed!
-My stuff is at the checkout!
Can't you hear me? We're closed!
-Don't tell me "we're closed..."
Tell that to Shirley when she finds out
there's nothing to cook!
Open up!
-Don't knock on the glass!
Listen to me!
-Don't knock on the glass.
The guard has to comply
with all the rules.
The most important one -
no entry after 2:30.
You open up for one person
who just wants a newspaper,
then someone wants cauliflower
and then someone
wants to blow himself up.
You want to blow up? After 2:30.
Here. -Thank you.
You can go before me.
-No, that's okay. -No, I insist.
Really? -Yes.
-Thanks, it's so nice of you.
Amnon, dude,
I didn't know you had it in you.
What? -Considerate, caring.
-I didn't know either.
Considerate and caring?!
It's Friday.
They reduce the price on pastry
before they close, so she can go before me.
Excuse me.
How much are the mini pastries?
-Are you messing with me? -What?
You asked me three times
and I answered you three times.
Five shekels per 100 grams.
-Oh.
You want?
-No, I'm good.
What did I tell you?
She's reducing the price.
"Have a nice weekend"
Wait, soon it's closing time.
How will they sell
the mini pastries they have left?
If I were the manager,
I'd reduce the price of the mini pastries.
So I don't get stuck with merchandise.
She's telling her to reduce the price.
Didn't I tell you?
The world is divided into two -
the winners
and the chumps who buy mini pastries
for five shekels per 100 grams.
Excuse me.
What are you doing?
-Packing up. It's closing time.
The most pathetic stunt ever.
They pretend they're packing up
and I'm supposed to get stressed
and buy the mini pastries at full price.
They don't know me.
To all the beloved, pleasant customers,
it's with great sorrow that we inform
that shopping hours are over.
Please make your way
to the checkouts, Ramzi Abed Ramzi.
They're playing mind games.
-Sir, do you need anything?
You don't defeat a history professor
with mind games.
How much are the mini pastries?
-Five shekels. -No, thank you.
I'm throwing them away.
-Do that. Good luck.
Don't let me get in your way.
-Are you sure? -Wholeheartedly.
Okay.
No! -What?
Fine, you're stronger than me.
You win. You're the haggling champ.
Finally. How many do.yeu want?
-One. -One kilo?
One mini pastry.
What?
You waited 90 minutes
for a discount on one mini pastry?
It's not the discount,
it's the principle of the matter.
The principle?
No!
Oops...
-No, I swear, you're crazy!
I wanted one mini pastry!
Move!
Oh, there you are.
I almost told them
to scatter the items.
The guard, he... he wouldn't...
he wouldn't... Never mind.
At least I'm on schedule.
Sweetie, finish with me,
how much for all this beauty?
297.70. -Excellent.
What?
-Where is it? -Where is what?
Oh no... -What's wrong?
-Shit...
It's in Perselani's kitchen.
-Then go get it. -Go get it?
He lives far away.
Shirley will be back in five minutes!
Really?
I've had the list since Sunday,
she said: "Franco, be home early."
It's important to her.
Hey, angel... what's up?
-I'm nearly home,
heat the oven to 200.
I don't even have time to pee.
Uh... Shirley, I have...
I have something to tell you.
It's about the shopping, I...
Ow!
Shirley, are you alright?
-Ow!
Shirley, what happened?
-Someone crashed into me.
What? -Does she have to yell?
Shirley, are you alright?!
Wait there, I'm getting an ambulance,
I'll be right there!
Shirley, I'll be right there!
Wait, what about the cart?
These Fridays will be the end of
Goalie, there is a God!
-Are you serious?
Your wife was in an accident
and you're dancing?! -An "accident...
A small fracture in the hand.
Listen, this accident works for everyone.
Shirley's resting in the hospital,
I have till Monday to shop.
But this time, not at the last minute.
Ramzi, you gotta help me!
She'll be back from the hospital
in 30 minutes!
We have 7 minutes for the meat,
6 for the cheese, 5 for the salads,
8 for veggies
and 4 for miscellaneous! -Let's go!
Dear customers,
80% off all the pastries.
This is your last chance. Thank you.
Have a nice weekend.
Now?!
Now you reduce them?!
Now?!
Now you reduce them?!
Last chance?!
Scum, degenerates!
Fascists, terrorists!
I'm not budging! I'll show you!
Bring on the bulldozers! '
Cannibals! Misanthropes!
Where is your heart?
Where is your heart?
Terrorists!
Terrorists!
Hamas is kinder than you!
ISIS is kinder than you!
Disgusting...