Maxwell Palmer

That’s life Mr. Palmer, it’s full of idiots. 

I concur, Ms Bennett.

You do seem to be enjoying it though.

Yeah, you really look like your arm’s being twisted. I can hear it snapping from here.

Revel in their company Mr. Palmer. One day they may not be knocking on your door.

Just because you don’t have the power, doesn’t mean you couldn’t pretend to for one incident with a bunch of idiotic naked Santas. I’m sure you’d be convincing.

I am rather scary when I want to be. But I really don't have the energy to do a job that I no longer have.

Did you kick them out? Ban them for life? What was the punishment?

"I have no power to ban them. I just kicked them out of the hotel with a stern word."

"Oh I’m quite well, took a nice vacation with the money I saved up. I went to Paris."

"Paris? I bet that was rather nice at this time of year."

Well, that’s not fair. Now you’ve made me curious. You says I’m delicate?

"Of course, how kind of you to understand" she said as she looked him over. "Oh really, actually I wasn’t aware of that Mr. Palmer, but I’m glad to know that now."

 Along with the STD-infested patrons of Ville Rituelle. With Laura back, I’m sure they’ll be relieved to find someone they finally won’t have to wear a condom for. After all, I’m sure her “cave of wonders” has seen quite the yeast infection in its day.

"Someone's in a feisty mood, today."

"Were the mall santas?" Jen snorted, laughing with her eyes wide. "Cause that’s disturbing for the kids!"

I have a feeling that you’re going to tell me your offer regardless, so might as well just go for it.

"Unfortunately darling, I doubt you would be able to handle our line of work. You seem much too delicate."

I’m a waitress. I like it, until one of the other waitresses decides to not come in at the last minute.

"Ah, waitressing. I know many girls who were once waitresses. Most of them found my offer much more... satisfying."