"Jimmy, do you mean to say I'm plain?"
"Nonsense, it's called a plain omelet."
"But you never call it that. I've heard 'omelet' and 'cheese omelet' from you. So I'll repeat myself, do you mean to say I'm plain?"
"If I meant to imply that, I would have done it more obviously."
"Well that's not how you imply, is it, Jim? It snuck up on you, didn't it, Jim? Jimmy, would you make me a greasy hamburger?"
"Now now, I've been working in the heat all day. Don't go jibing me."
"I'll jibe you all I want as long as you're jibing me."
"But I'm not. I was at a diner today and my buddy ordered a 'plain omelet.' That's how he said it, and it was just how you make them. So I thought I'd call it by its proper name for once."
"Who was this buddy? What was this diner?"
"It was Bill. And Ranieri's."
"Why on Earth, Jim, would they have a French omelet at Ranieri's? Jim, I've caught you in a lie."
"Martha, this is America--the melting pot."
"Well I'll melt you, Jimmy, along with your damn omelet for calling me plain."
"Well you are. What's a man to do with the truth?"
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Say, I like this. What is it?
I guess he didn't get anything at that diner.
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