“Psst! Hey, Longshanks!”
“Excuse me, young lady?”
“Not her. Me. Up here.”
…
“Huge fan.”
“I’m not talking to a goddamned hat.”
“This is your place, right? Could you rustle me up a hoagie?”
“You don’t even have a mouth.”
“I got a huge mouth. I got a sexy mouth.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Stick a hoagie in my huge, sexy mouth, Phil.”
…
“Hey! Jackass.”
Me?
“Yeah. Listen: if you’re not even gonna try to make any sense, then leave me out of your bullshit.”
I was trying.
“Nah. This is weird and half-assed even for this place. Get your shit together.”
Sorry, Phil.
She – Holly Bowling – is really good! She gives Phil a run for his frets.
Well, I would hope she could outrun Phil. The man’s 80.