Larry: I'm more of a, you know, pastrami-cornbeef kind of guy. Can I get a pastrami-cornbeef thing?
Leo: You are the whitefish-sable, period. What do you want me to do?
Larry: What about tongue?
Leo: No tongue!
Larry: I went swimming that day for some reason. Something drew me to the water. Why, I don't know. I was like a baby drawn to the nipple, you know? Or like an adult drawn to the nipple. Either way, right?