(Holding knife to the neck of a woman’s child)
Timothy: “You’re about to have 2.4 children.”
(Thug to Charly)
Thug: “Hey, lady, this is a gun!”
(Mitch running in and pointing gun at thug)
Mitch Henessey: “This ain’t no ham on rye.”
(To Charly)
Mitch Henessey: “Sorry, I would have been here earlier, but I was thinkin’ up that ‘ham-on-rye’ line.”
Back to *L*.
