"I'm the guy who put the menu together," Carmy says, so yeah, and he's offended, right, but he's not immune to ruffian charisma so he's also kind of charmed. The Burger King, jesus christ.

If Harry was a cute girl, Carmy might offer to make him a Whopper. He's not, he's a disgustingly tall asshole, so instead he gets scorn. "I'm also not waitstaff, so make a fuckin' decision and tell someone else. I guarantee even the fancy shit will make you cream yourself." He has put so much effort into training his staff to make sure everything that hits the table is god-tier, except for the McMuffin, intentionally. "And hey," he adds, "Guess what, we're all stuck here, so you've got enough breakfasts in your future to try new things."