“Until you discontinue arm shipments to Israel - no more sliced dogs.”
“C’mon! The doggy-dog-dog-dog-doggy-dogs are right here on the plate. Waiting. I could have somebody else do it but it won’t taste the same. It never does.” And he almost tears up. “It never does.”
She could stop arm shipments to Israel if she stopped cutting up Joe’s hot dogs for him.
“Joe, listen here, Joe. Are you listening?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Until you discontinue arm shipments to Israel - no more sliced dogs.”
“C’mon! The doggy-dog-dog-dog-doggy-dogs are right here on the plate. Waiting. I could have somebody else do it but it won’t taste the same. It never does.” And he almost tears up. “It never does.”