i'm sorry. you have to order at the drive thru menu.
excuse me?
oh yeah. there was a white castle here. look guys, i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but burger shack bought this location four years ago. harold and kumar look at each other, devastated.
nope.
do i look like the type of guy who would be unsure about something like this? harold and kumar are freaking out.
there's a 24 hour white castle in cherry hill, about forty-five minutes away.
if i may interject for a moment.  i've been an employee here for three years now, and if there's one thing i've learned, it's that when you're craving white castle, the burgers here simply won't cut it. in fact, just thinking about those tender little white castle burgers and those grilled onions makes me want to burn this place to the ground and re-build a white castle in its place. if i were you, i'd suck it up and make the trip. kumar looks at harold. the guy makes a convincing case. harold is clearly torn. we sense that this is an important moment for the guys.
wise choice. besides, you wouldn't want to go near our special sauce tonight. some of the guys and i added an extra ingredient, if you know what i mean. harold and kumar look confused.
i'll give you a hint.  it's semen. we hear harold and kumar scream in disgust as harold's infiniti zooms out of the drive thru.