Waitress: ..... And we have a Grand Slam for you, sixteen strips of bacon for you, and one more Grand Slam for you. Alright, does everything look all right?
Justice Souter: Looks good, thank you.
Chief Justice Roberts: Yes, everything looks delicious.
Justice Scalia: Umm, excuse me ma'am. Where is the rest of my eggs?
Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand. You ordered two eggs, sunny side up, right?
Justice Scalia: Yes. Two eggs, sunny side up. Where is the rest of the eggs?
Waitress: You have two sunny side eggs in front of you.
Justice Scalia: Yes, the insides of two eggs. The menu says I get two eggs. Not the yolks of two eggs, not the whites of two eggs, not the insides of two eggs. Two eggs. Where are my shells?
Justice Alito: Oh God, not again.
Waitress: You wanted to be served egg shells?
Justice Scalia: That's what I ordered. Two eggs. That's what is on the menu. That's what I want. Where are my shells? I didn't say anything when I ordered "water" and you brought me water sullied with ice cubes, but this is just unconscionable.
Justice Souter: What on earth are you going to do with egg shells?
Justice Scalia: That's none of your damn business, Dave.
Waitress: I'm sorry, sir, I.... I....
Justice Scalia: And another thing, why did Stevens get two slices of toast? He's only supposed to get one.
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Justice Stevens: I only have one slice of toast, tubbo. It's cut in half.
Justice Scalia: Sliced in half. Two slices.
Justice Kennedy: So if they were to go in the back and cut a whole loaf of bread in half, that would be two slices of bread? That's ridiculous.
Justice Scalia: But it would be true to the words on the menu. Something this establishment apparently has no interest in.
Justice Breyer: Since you're still here, Miss, could I send these back and get some different pancakes?
Waitress: Do they taste wrong or something?
Justice Breyer: Absolutely not. They're delicious. They're just too thick.
Chief Justice Roberts: Too thick?
Justice Breyer: Yes, my research on the origins of the pancake have revealed that a true pancake has a thickness no greater than a quarter of an inch. These specimens are over three-eights of an inch thick. Could you have the guys in back make me some proper pancakes please?
Justice Ginsburg: They're pancakes. They're round. They're delicious. And they invariably give you room-clearing gas. Wait, you brought a ruler to breakfast?
Justice Breyer: Uh, yeah. What about it?
Justice Alito: And you found it necessary to research "pancakes"?
Justice Breyer: Uh, yeah. Like always. You guys never pay attention to me. Anyways, could I just go ahead and get those pancakes?..... Super.
Justice Scalia: And bring me my egg shells! And a manager.
[5 minutes later]
Denny's Manager: I'm sorry, your Honors, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave....
Chief Justice Roberts: I was afraid of that.
Denny's Manager: And never come back.
Chief Justice Roberts: That too.
Justice Breyer: How would you define 'never'? For future reference.
Justice Clarence Thomas: Hey can I get a box for my sixteen strips of bacon?
we love you! And Stevens' bowtie. Thanks!
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