"Um...is this the Kentucky Hotline?"

"Yeah! This is...Uh...oh...the Kentucky Hotline. What would you...OH GOD...uh...uh again, like to order? HPMH!"

"Whoa, is there something private going on at the other end? I can leave right now if you want me-"

"(Heavy and erratic breathing) Oh god oh god oh god. Harder please, HARDER!"

"Umm, this is awkward, so I think I'll go about now-"

"No, don't YOU DARE! Stay!"

...

"Did he leave already?"

"I am still here, actually."

"I was not having anything suggestive, okay?"

"Then may I here the explanation behind those oh so sexual noises?"

"The workplace in KFC is just really small, okay? My leg got scratched by the stupid corner of the table and it was painful!"

"What about those other noises I heard like-please don't mind me- 'uh...harder please, harder'!"

"My colleague was just helping me out on medication and it needed to be applied more thoroughly. And I thought I had a dirty mind."

"Do you say colleague as a substitution for sex buddy?"

"NO! There is no way in hell that Nate is my...what you said! I disapprove of your mother's teachings! All boys have dirty minds."

"What do you mean? Don't be so gender stereotypical. That is sexist."

"Then do not think about me having sex then!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"..."

"..."

"So...I would like a Doublicious burger, coleslaw and a Mountain Dew to go?"

"Oh yeah! You are a customer. I am so sorry. Is that all for your order?"

"Yes. Wonderful service you have by the way."

"F*ck you as well."