Wrigley: "Uh, I'll just have a, uhm, salad, please. Uhm, baby field greens."
Waitress Marge: "What did you call me?"
Wrigley: "Uh, no, I-I... I-I didn't call you anything."
Waitress Marge: "You want a salad?"
Wrigley: "Yeah. Do you... do you have a, uh, green salad?"
Waitress Marge: "What the fuck color would it be?"