yeah, i'll tell you what i'm having, i'll take a fuckin' piece of meat, don't matter what you got ‒ steak, chicken, pork, what have you ‒ and put it on some lettuce. the fuck is spring mix? wait a second ‒ you(more) got caesar? yeah, i'll take that.
and what are all you lookin' at? i never been one of those guys to put on airs. i tell it like it is, and if i want whatever meat they got ‒ steak, chicken, pork, and what not ‒ i ain't afraid to say so. and about these dressings:
thousand island ain't no island i ever heard of.
italian, yeah, i don't want their big noses in my spinach.
listen, lady, just put the ranch on the salad. why's everybody lookin' at me?
YOU NEVER SEEN A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS? yeah, so sue me. it's all fun and games laughin' at the big guy eatin' alone who doesn't know how to pronounce 'auntie pastie' or speak fuckin' spanish. that's the problem with your generation, you always gotta try to be better than you are.