(sultrily) The check? Oh, goodness me! How ever am I going to pay for this? Do you accept sex?
No, I’m sorry, I was asking for the Czech waiter.
My check? What the…? Oooooh. I get it. Yes, my “check.” (winks) Thank you very much, ma’am. (winks again)
Ah, how clever! You listed everything I purchased and how much it cost, and then added it all together on this little slip of paper so I know what to pay!
(shoots the waiter; then, while throwing the bartender a twenty on the way out) Sorry about the mess.
PUT IT ALL ON RED 