“We get all these nouveau-riche people here, so there’ll be, like, a family in sweatpants and they’re going to order a $3,000 wine,” said Liz. “So I don’t think you should necessarily approach people with stereotypes. Because then there’s people like the girl at the bar. She’s in Chanel and has giant rocks on her hands and she’s like—” George, the server, stuck his hip out and put on a nasal falsetto: “DO YOO HAV PINEAPPLE JOOOOOCE?”
