[ Grabbing a twenty-- far more than he actually owes for the little he's ordered-- Jefferson slaps the bill down on the table and gets up from his seat in a huff, his magazine forgotten. Sam may be willing to take a stand on this, but that's because he's a fool. Whoever Jefferson may be, Mad Hatter or not, at least a sense of self-preservation has been firmly instilled in him from long before his 'accident' here.
He claps a hand on Sam's shoulder as he's about to pass the man's booth, leaning down to impart one lesson: ]
A word of advice, Sam Seaborn, who works for the President of the United States: learn how to pick your battles.
[ With one last pat on the shoulder, he starts to walk out of the diner. ]
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He claps a hand on Sam's shoulder as he's about to pass the man's booth, leaning down to impart one lesson: ]
A word of advice, Sam Seaborn, who works for the President of the United States: learn how to pick your battles.
[ With one last pat on the shoulder, he starts to walk out of the diner. ]