-No, a high school student ID won't work to get in. I don't care if you say you're a senior. That means nothing to me.
-I don't remember you. And I probably won't. Unless you do something unique to stand out, I don't have time to try and remember the faces of the 500 people that frequent my establishment.
-No, I don't know if Johnny Johnson is inside. If he told you he was, he probably is. You can't honestly expect me to remember one random person out of the hundreds I've carded that night.
-Going out and celebrating you're pregnant might seem like a good idea. However, don't celebrate with shots. I mean, seriously.
-You need to tuck your shirt in. Oh those guys behind me don't have their shirts in? Well, are you paying thousands of dollars for bottle service too? No? Then yes, your shirt needs to be tucked in.
-No matter how big your ego is, if you want a piece, but you're staring the bouncer straight in the belly button, just let it go.
-Your side of the story doesn't matter to me. Especially when the other side is coming from a waitress. We listen to them all the time. And take their sides over any customer.
-People acting out is annoying. But worse than the people acting out are the ones pretending to be a bouncer. You lack any and all qualifications to do my job. I'm right there. I don't go to Wendy's and try to run the frosty machine for you, so let me handle the drunks, which, at the moment, also includes you.
