Mia: I think you should call it Seb's because no one will come to a place called Chicken on a Stick.
Sebastian: What do you mean you don't like jazz?
Mia: It just means that when I listen to it, I don't like it.
Bill: You're fired.
Sebastian: It's Christmas.
Bill: Yeah, I see the decorations. Good luck in the New Year.
Sebastian: Alright, I remember you. And yes, I'll admit that when we met, I was a little curt.
Mia: You were "curt?"
Sebastian: Alright, I was an asshole. I can admit that! But requesting "I Ran" from a serious musician? Too far!
Mia: Did you just say "a serious musician?"
Sebastian: That's not what I said.
Mia: That's a really cool outfit. Do you mind if I borrow it next week?
Mia: Because I have an audition coming up where I have to play a "serious" firefighter.