Here's the deal, Teddy: I can make you soup or salad, but I don't think I can serve you my burgers anymore.
You cutting me off, Bobby?
I guess I... am.
You're cutting me off!? Is this some kind of sick joke?
I think it's for your own good.
You stay the hell out of this, Mort! [to Bob] Bob, if you take your burgers from me, I will murder you and your mouthy wife!








