Diner named for some Cypriot or Greek chick, Chelsea, NYC

Jen: These are quite reviewable fries.

Gus: It's like a baked potato inside a French fry.

Jen: Inside a baked potato.

Elderly man sitting behind Jen: I don't want fried, and I don't want anything in a rich cream sauce. There's chicken in that, right?

Solicitous waiter: It's tomato sauce, with sundried tomato.

Elderly man: OK, that's -- no, that's with cheese -- that would qualify, also. God, there's too many choices.

Gus: That one tasted like a Triscuit.

Jen: The uncheesy fries are really being neglected.

Gus: They're not very good. They taste like Triscuits.

(pause)

Gus: Who's going to eat the little black fry that nobody loves?

Jen: (picks it up, turns it over, decides to eat it)

Gus: I'll eat the salt. (does so.) Have you ever had a Saltito?

Mayrose Diner, Chelsea, NYC

Gus: So what do we have to say about the fries?

Jen: What, the fries at the dirty diner?

Gus: It wasn't dirty.

Jen: My memory of it was conclusively dirty. It was definitely dirty. Don't give me two Ns, there. You can't say that. It won't make sense.

Gus: He hates me.

Jen: (dies laughing) He doesn't hate you. He just doesn't understand you.

Gus: I was too busy with my soup. The fries were wet.

Jen: That soup looked meaty.

Gus: It was definitely full of beef. So was he. He hates me. And he's too well dressed.

Jen: I think I only had one of your soggy little fries. Too well dressed? I think we're talking about different people.

(silence)

Pimpin' Action Ernie: It feels good to lay down.

Gus: I'm sure it do.

Jen: He's looking not so great. He's in several pieces on the floor. Gus, what did you do with his phallus?

Gus: Dude, I didn't SEE his phallus, he was entirely dressed in a women's black leather catsuit!

Jen: You are full of beef.

Gus: Any last words?

Jen: I can find ANYTHING in Manhattan now!

Pimpin' Action Ernie: I feel GREAT! (thrusts)