Not picking favorites [sans her name]
- Her [33]: So, Pizza Tommy, I've heard a lot about of you.
- Pizza Tommy [78]: Oh yeah? What did you hear?
- Her: I heard you run a pizza shop, hence the name. I also heard Elliott loves you and I've heard you love Frank Sinatra.
- Pizza Tommy: You've got most of that right, but Elliott doesn't love me.
- Her: I know for a fact that's not true; he alleges he never likes to pick favorites, but he's talked about you moreso to me than anyone else he's sees here.
- Pizza Tommy: Look, sweetheart, I'm gonna' ask you this only once: You see this brace on my arm?
- Her: I do! What happened?!
- Pizza Tommy: Why don't you ask your boy Elliott?
- Her [to me]: What happened to Tommy's arm?
- Me: I...Um...I don't want to tell you.
- Pizza Tommy: See, what did I say?
- Her: C'mon! This is poppycock! Just tell me! At least you, Tommy!
- Pizza Tommy: You really want to know?
- Her: Yes, of course!
- Pizza Tommy: My dick fell on it. It was too heavy for my arm to support.
- ...and that was the longest joke I ever held out for. Somehow me and her are still talking.
