"Here's your Martini."

Just don't put any disgusting green olives in it, 'kay?

Just don't put any disgusting green olives in it, 'kay?

I'm sorry but that's how he ordered it.

Then he threw the olive on the ground and called it a muffaletta.

Plus, I thought it might make Sean like me.

You don't have to do anything to make me like you, Dana. I already do.

And I'd totally let you eat my muffaletta if you wanted it.

"Here's your Martini."

That's a vodka and tonic. I asked for a vodka martini.

Not at all. It's impossible to have a muffaletta without olives.

And whenever the question of What Is A Muffaletta comes up, everyone know the preeminent authority on the subject is the Hecubot?

I guess it won't do to Comm about 60 posts, will it?

I really lost it at "I've moved on from the receipt thing. You should let it go."

My stand on the burning questions of the hour are:

If you take the olive salad off, it's a perfectly good and distinctive sandwich, but not, strictly speaking, a muffaletta.

We do not want Deb eating muffalettas with olives, because we want to keep her around for a good long time.

Putting a cat in a dog house does not make it a dog. Putting anything but gin, vermouth and an olive, pickled onion or twist in a martini glass does not make the drink a martini.

And whenever the question of What Is A Muffaletta comes up, everyone know the preeminent authority on the subject is the Hecubot?

Dude, I'm certain I've had a muffaletta in New Orleans more recently than you have.

I'm sorry but that's how he ordered it.

I meant mine. Of course, not liking alcohol anyway, it would all taste the same to me. Unless you tried to kill me with a freakin' olive.

Unless you tried to kill me with a freakin' olive.

Deb! I'd never do that.

pushes bowl of peanuts toward her

pushes bowl of peanuts toward her

Hec! She could go into a coma and then you'd have to go to her hospital room and tell her how you really liked her but she would never hang out with you so that's why you were always mean to her and then your brain would get all messed up and WOULD YOU GO TO THE SCI-FI CON WITH HER? HUH? WOULD YOU?!

P-C, nononono, it's OK - no peanut allergy. I can eat them until you should pardon the expression, the cows come home.

Peanuts are legumes. I'm allergic to nuts.

My mother made that mistake and put me in a coma for five days before my sister's wedding. I never much liked her after that...

Putting anything but gin, vermouth and an olive, pickled onion or twist in a martini glass does not make the drink a martini.

But the onion would make it a Gibson.

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