Cafe Flashcards
It’s them!
Look about us being married —
That’s never happened to me before at the imperial gardens cafe.
Yes, it’s the first time for me, too.
The restaurant is so crowded and I had no idea these Scottish patterns had become so common.
I’ve got four schillings left after paying the coachman.
If only my mother could see me now! She never dreamed that one day I’d be consorting with the creme caramel!
Have you got any cash?
People of my class don’t carry cash.
I only had ten schilling when I set out.
You hoped to acquire a past for 10 schilling!
Well I was single then, how was I to know I’d be married by dinner time.
Here we are, I’m hungry.
You’re not (to Christopher).
Be mine tonight and I will reveal my true identity and give you half my kingdom.
Not hungry.
Has the champagne arrived yet?
I dint think e should eat here. It’s entirely too cheap for my taste.
It’s probably out the back.
The service here is terrible. Waiter! You see? Let’s move on.
Don’t be ridiculous. Anyway you let the coachman go - I don’t know why you didn’t ask him to wait.
I didn’t care for him. He seemed a very disagreeable fellow.
That was because of your tip.
I gave him a very good tip. (Sit)
There’s a waiter call him over.
(Feebly) waiter… Waiter…
Yessir. Are you ready to order, sir?
Ah, waiter — sit down, my dear fellow. You strike me as being a splendid chap. What will you have?
WAITER TWO: Sir?
WEINBERL: Why should we accept the places allotted to us by an economic order that sets one man above another? I’ve been giving this matter a great deal of thought lately, and it seems to me that, in a nutshell, the value of labour capital –
MRS FISCHER: What are you babbling about?
WEINBERL: You may call it babble but one day, given its chance, Weinberlism will give birth to a new order. History is waiting.
MRS FISCHER: We are all waiting.
WAITER TWO: I wouldn’t have the special – it’s herring in oatmeal.
WEINBERL: Society’s accounts will be settled once and for all, and when the bill comes, waiter, I want you to think of me as a comrade.
WAITER TWO: Yes, sir. And I wouldn’t have the neeps either, if I were you.
WEINBERL: What are the neeps?
WAITER TWO I wouldn’t know, sir. That’s why I wouldn’t have them.
MRS FISCHER: Well, we’d like a drink to begin with.
WEINBERL: All right – bring us three beers and an extra glass.
MRS FISCHER: Such a sense of humour. He knows I never drink beer.
WEINBERL: Two beers and a glass of water.
MRS FISCHER: I must have something hot.
WEINBERL: Hot water.