“Don’t you just love saying ‘the usual,’ like we do this all the time? We’ve done it twice, and yet I think of it as a thing we do.” “Big Mac, lots of secret sauce, fries, and twelve ketchups,” I say. “I’ll remember that order to my dying day. And what about the Sprite?” “What the hell is this Sprite talk? I’m getting a chocolate shake.” “That’s telling ’em,” he says.
