Busboy: You ruined my life you son of a bitch. I hope you're happy!
Richie: I have good days and bad days.
Busboy: I lost everything because of you. Do you even know how many lives you destroyed? I hope you die. I hope you die a slow, painful death, you miserable bag of crap! Carl will be your server! (busboy walks away)
Richie: (to Lina) Okay, please let me explain.
Lina: You don't have to, you know, sometimes busboys make death threats. It happens.