 What the hell happened to our poker game? I'm telling you, that lousy machine could kill us. They'll find us in here in the morning with our tongues on the floor. Do something. Get him back in the game. Don't bother me with your petty little problems. You get this one stinking night a week. I'm cooped up here with Mary Poppins 24 hours a day. It was better before. With the garbage and the smoke, it was better before. Did you notice what he does with the bread? What? He cuts off the crusts. That's why the sandwich is so light. And then...