[A waitress drops by, smelling of cigarettes, and hands them a couple of menus, then starts pouring water.]

Just yell when you're ready.

[She says, before drifting off to go do something else. Johnnie watches her retreat, then chuckles. That's different, but hell, sounds practical. She must be busy.]

Uh, well yeah, I bet we can find you a clothes store while we're here. I mean, as long as we don't go too fast or too far, whichever it is, we'll stay in this time for a while, right? So stock up.

[He's not even worried about the cash for something like that. Shoplifting is easy. He pulls the water over to him, glances up at the clock on the wall in vague curiosity, then has a drink while he looks at the menu.]

Oh fuck, brisket sandwich? That sounds real good.