"Yeah, they don' make 'em like they used to. I guess that's your fault!" she said as she winked at me.
I smiled, "Well, the first rule in show biz is 'give 'em what they want.'"
"I reckon," she said as she wiped a filthy towel across the counter.
"So, Mo, what do you know about the house just outside of town," I asked her as I munched on my burger.
"Why d'ya wanna know?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I just bought the place," I said, popping a fry in my mouth.
Her face became an ashen canvas.