Can we please get out of here?
This place gives me the creeps.
Why didn't you tell me ..?
- Hello, may I help you?
- You can sure as hell try.
I'm Abe Froman, party of three for 12.
- Is there a problem?
- You're Abe Froman?
- The sausage king of Chicago?
- Yeah, that's me.
I'm very busy. Why don't you kids
go back to the clubhouse?
Are you suggesting
I'm not who I say I am?
I'm suggesting that you leave
before I have to get snooty.
- Okay, Abe, let's go.
- I'm not going anywhere.

- No, we'd like to be seated.
- I'm going to have to call the police.
- You're going to call the police?
- Yes.
- Fine! I'll call them myself.
- Yes.
Call the police. This'll be a hoot.
Give me the phone.
I have another call.
You touch me, I yell rat.
Find another phone.
Wonderful.
I weep for the future.
- Ferris, let it go.
- Please, you've gone too far.
You're going to get busted.
You can never go too far,
and I won't be busted by a guy like that.
- Come on, Abe!
- Ask for Abe Froman.