Dialogue in the store of various drinks:
I: Give me half a liter of unfiltered light. Do you have a half-litre bottle?
The girl is a salesman (DP): Ah, there is. Bring a bottle from the toilet!
Petya (also behind the stand): What?! to
I : What?!! to
DP: Well, Petya, a bottle is in the toilet behind the toilet!
Pete is???! to
Do you have another bottle? I mean 😉 😉 😉 😉
The girl-seller (slowly realizes what she said, begins to chick): Let me mow the foam, I haven’t mowed today...
Petya goes to the toilet.
The curtain.