Welcometo Whistlin' Willy's.
Y'all enjoyingyour pizza?
Look here,my good man.
We've been waitingover 15 minutes
for you to sing"Happy Birthday" to our son.
we are both restaurant critics,and so is our son.
Excuse me! Emergency!Over here! Emergency!
I would like a tableinside the area
with all the littleplastic balls, please.
And make it snappy.I am a food critic for Yelp.
That does it!I've had enough!
All you Yelp reviewersget the hell out of here!
I don't care what happensto my business!
I ain't kissing your assesno more!
[ Chair scraping ]Go on.
Every Yelper,get the [bleep] out of here!
Careful now, Bill.
You don't wanta one-star review.
You're not a food critic,Dennis!
You're a [bleep]mechanic!
Now get the [bleep] out!Go on!
All you Yelping sons of bitchesget the [bleep] out of here!
You're gonna regret this,Whistlin' Willy.
You can't treat Yelpersthis way.
You get the --get the [bleep] out!
[ Thud ]Ow!
[ Door slams ]
Well, good for you.
You, too,you son of a bitch.
GET THE HELL OUT!
Whistlin' Willy finally reaches a breaking point with all the Yelpers.