“You got any floss?”

“I don’t, Mickey.”

“Matchbook?”

“Sorry.”

“Got about a pound of half-smoke caught in here. You ever been to Ben’s?”

“The hot dog place? I don’t believe I have.”

“The best dogs in the world. And it’s one of the oldest black-owned establishments in the city, so–”

“You probably should have stopped talking before the ‘so.'”

“–I can always get a drum circle going.”

“Ah. I was correct.”

“Beer here!”

…

“Beer here!”

“Mickey, you’re yelling at Adam Schiff.”

“I don’t give a shit what the kid’s name is. I just need a brewski.”

“There’s no beer guy here.”

“I have to go to the concession stand? Sure. You want nachos?”

“Yes, please.”

“Hey! Tony Bennett! You want nachos?”

“Oh, that’s sweet of ya, Mick. Such a good kid. What a wonderful and generous offer to make, but I’m gonna take a rain check on that delicious Mexican treat. The dairy isn’t good for my throat or my hairpiece.”

“Beer?’

“Two, please.”

 

 

*Is that Tony’s wife or grandchild?