ME: Grammy, I’d like you to meet Alfie Kristanopolous.
GRAMMY: Lord, will you look at that thing. It must take you hours to get ready to go out, huh?
ALFIE: Time doesn’t matter where art is concerned.
GRAMMY: You think that’s art?
ALFIE: Everything I do is art. Would you like to touch it?
GRAMMY: What the hell for?
ALFIE: Oh, come on. Everyone wants to touch it. They’re just afraid to ask.
JULIUS: Can I touch it?
ALFIE: Go right ahead.
JULIUS: Eeew! I thought it would be soft.
ALFIE: Hair spray is the secret to any great beard, Julius. In fact, it’s the secret to just about everything. That and duct tape. And I have brought you one of each.
JULIUS: Wow! Thanks!
ALFIE: And for you, Grammy, a fifth of the finest whiskey man ever created, and a carton of the deadliest menthol cigarettes ever manufactured. Vivé la Mort!
GRAMMY: Wow! Thanks!
ALFIE: It seems I have won them over.
ME: They’re easier to flip than pancakes.
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Saltinb!
That's Greek for Happy Thanksgiving (the day after!). It also happens to be the wv of the day.
Funny. Alfie doesn't look Greek to me . . .
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