Maitre D: [Detectives are raising a ruckus over their order, trying to get Siu-Lung Leung fired] Sorry, we must have made a mistake. Please order again
Shek Wu: In fact, it's what they ordered for.
Maitre D: Stop. Customers are always right.
Louis: You should fire the waiter!
[sees Siu-Lung Leung's fist of fury clasped on his chest]
Louis: Maybe I've ordered wrongly...
Maitre D: Please order again.
Shek Wu: It's alright. Sorry. Hurry up, what do you want?
Louis: Fried rice.
George: Fried rice.
Paul: Fried rice.
[Detectives huddle, sotto voce, for a second attempt]
Paul: [coming out of huddle, audibly] OK! Good! Good!
Louis: [sets upon unsuspecting woman dining] Darling, I think you must agree with me. Here they supply the best food of Rome, the best of Europe, the best of the world. You can't have it, even in China, This place is famous for roasted chicken, steamed and...
[stalling while George and a mischievous busboy pin the diner's skirt to her chair]
Louis: preserved egg. We've got everything here. We have every dish in China. You have a great deal of Chinese dishes.
Paul, Tormented diner: [to Siu-Lung Leung] I'm sorry, please change my table.
Shek Wu: Please wait for a moment
George: Sorry to disturb you .
[Diner rises, screams as her skirt rips off. Rest of patrons laugh as George feigns outrage at their rudeness]
George: What's the matter? What are you laughing at?
Tormented diner: I'll ask my lawyer to sue you, to sue this restaurant!
[detectives shout their support of her case]
Maitre D: Shek Wu
Shek Wu: Sir...
Maitre D: As of now you are dismissed!
