Agent Carter2015

Peggy Carter:
[Walks to the table of the man who continuously insults his waitress, picks up his fork and leans over his shoulder] I understand you're not happy with your meal.

Madison Avenue Guy:
Do you work here?

Peggy Carter:
Unfortunately, no. [Presses the fork tines into his side as he groans] Just so we're clear, this is pressed into your brachial artery. It may be dull, but I'm determined. Keep smiling. Once you start to bleed, you'll lose consciousness in fifteen seconds. You'll die in ninety unless someone comes to your aid. Now, given your recent behavior, how likely do you think that is to happen? To prevent this not entirely unfortunate event from occurring, I suggest you find a new place to eat. Do we understand each other?

Madison Avenue Guy:
[In pain] Yeah.

Peggy Carter:
Good. Oh. One more thing. Tip generously. [She puts the fork down and walks away. He then lays several bills down]