:09:08
One cheese, medium. Fries.
:09:11
Two plain, rare,
tomato and onions.
:09:13
One pastrami on kaiser.
Mayo, no mustard.
:09:17
- What's a pimple on a Polack's ass?
- I need that BLT on rye, Richie.
:09:23
A brain tumour.
:09:29
- Richie.
- What's this?
:09:33
Come on, Richie.
:09:35
A lesbian with a hard-on.
:09:39
l'm terrific, right?
You can tell me. I can take it.
:09:43
Mayo, no mustard.
:09:45
Can't you see me opening up in L.A?
:09:48
Direct from Pittsburgh, it's
Richie Blazik, ladies and gentlemen.
:09:53
L.A?
What's all this talk about L.A?
:09:57
You've been on the stage two times.
:10:00
I give you two lousy shots and
you're talking about going to L.A.!
:10:06
Come on. What are you, crazy?
Besides, you're too short anyway.
:10:12
They don't let short people
into Hollywood.
:10:16
And you're making
the hamburgers too big again.
:10:20
Make 'em smaller.
:10:25
l'll give you small.
:10:27
This place is so small you have
to go outside to change your mind.
:10:41
My turn.
:10:46
Ring, damn you.
I can't believe he didn't call.
:10:49
- He'll call.
- Do you think so?
:10:52
- Of course. Why wouldn't he?
- Yeah, why wouldn't he!
:10:57
Maybe he'll call, I don't know.