silly, little girl

"Who cares? I don’t. I wouldn’t even care if you were Obama’s wife."

"Maybe you should. Staff have more power around here than you do."

"Well, you've been here longer than me. Plus, if you know where the refectory is, you're already more knowledgeable. And sure, I'll try."

"Well, this certainly isn’t the first shift I hoped for. Can anybody show me where the refectory is?”

     "Sure, but I can’t promise you’ll enjoy yourself. New to the staff, I’m guessing?"

"Rule number one— you never call a crazy person a crazy person. Got it, sweetheart?”

"Shit."

"Tell me about it."

"And I’d hardly call you clever since I was being sarcastic. Well aren’t you supposed to tell me where I’m supposed to be? God- can’t even believe you’re getting paid for this.”

"                What just happened?”

“Then how do you plan on getting to the refectory?”

"Well, this certainly isn’t the first shift I hoped for. Can anybody show me where the refectory is?”

"Well welcome to Wonderland, little ship."

"Well, this certainly isn’t the first shift I hoped for. Can anybody show me where the refectory is?”

“‘fraid I don’t know.”

"Well, this certainly isn’t the first shift I hoped for. Can anybody show me where the refectory is?”

"Wasn’t my ideal first day. This place is probably hard enough to get around in a wheelchair without the lights be down."

"Well, this certainly isn’t the first shift I hoped for. Can anybody show me where the refectory is?”

"I’ll help, come little one. Just be careful with the patients."