Wilsons Sandbox

Elaine at the muffin shop. Elaine: Wow. Look at this. We're cleaning up. Lippman: Oh, Rubin, get me another tray of low fat cranberry. Rebecca: Excuse me, I'm Rebecca DeMornay from the homeless shelter. Elaine: Oh, hi. Rebecca: Are you the ones leaving the muffing pieces behind our shelter? Elaine: You been enjoying them? Rebecca: They're just stumps. Elaine: Well they're perfectly edible. Rebecca: Oh, so you just assume that the homeless will eat them, they'll eat anything? Mr. Lippman: No no, we just thought... Rebecca: I know what you thought. They don't have homes, they don't have jobs, what do they need the top of a muffin for? They're lucky to get the stumps. Elaine: If the homeless don't like them the homeless don't have to eat them. Rebecca: The homeless don't like them. Elaine: Fine. Rebecca: We've never gotten so many complaints. Every two minutes, "Where is the top of this muffin? Who ate the rest of this?" Elaine: We were just trying to help. Rebecca: Why don't you just drop off some chicken skins and lobster shells. Elaine: I think I might