I just got your test results back, and I'm afraid you have a serious case of "No."
Now luckily we caught it early, so I can treat your No with a prescription of No and a recommended daily No.
That should keep your No at bay for now, but I'll want to see you
again in another 6 weeks to follow up on your No.
Make sure to get a blood test before then.
Don't worry, we'll get your No under control.
One side of Brontosaurus ribs, please.
No.
What do you mean, no?
I mean no.
Why not?
Because, Fred, every time we serve you them, your car tips over. It becomes this whole big issue with helping your car right itself and what not.
Well it won't be a problem this time.
It is EVERY time, Mr. Flintstone. Every fucking time.
But...
Look, Fred, we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. You can no longer buy your Brontosaurus ribs here.
What if I pay extra?
No. N. O. No!