[behind the lunch counter at the railroad yard, gum-chewing waitress Marie hears a train whistle - her cue to get ready to meet her boyfriend, Bill]
Marie: [taking off her apron] Anything else you guys want?
Railroad worker at Lunch Counter: Yeah, gimme a big slice a' you on toast, and some French-fried potatoes on the side.
Marie: [taking out her compact and powdering her face] Listen, baby, I'm A.P.O.
Railroad worker at Lunch Counter: [to the other railroad worker] What does she mean, A.P.O.?
Marie: Ain't Puttin' Out! Besides, I'm Bill White's girl, and I'm a one-man woman.
Railroad worker at Lunch Counter: That's a hot one, Marie.
Marie: Whattaya mean "that's a hot one"?
Railroad worker at Lunch Counter: Didn't I see you down ta Fishbeck's Dance Hall with Elmer Brown?
Marie: Oh yeah. Elmer's a kind of a cousin of mine.
Railroad worker at Lunch Counter: Oh! Some cousins are sure affectionate.
Marie: Nevertheless, he's my distant cousin.
Railroad worker at Lunch Counter: That's her story, and she's gonna stick to it.
Marie: It's the story Bill's gonna hear unless you guys do some broadcasting of your own.
Railroad worker at Lunch Counter: Well, don't worry. Not me. I ain't gonna get in no trouble.
Marie: [walking toward the door] Then stop shootin' off your big mouth.
Railroad worker at Lunch Counter: Hey Marie. Wouldja gimme a flock a' donuts with small holes?
Marie: [at the door, hand on hip] If there're any small holes around here, I'll eat 'em myself.
[the men laugh as she leaves the diner]
