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Carl Casper: I'm like a cat playing a piano.
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[last lines]
Ramsey Michel: I just thought you and me bury-the-hatchet would be a good story. Reservations out the door. More importantly, you know, you just cook your ass off. In the meantime, you just tweet me where ever you are, and I'll come running. All right? 'Cause this shit's good. Delicious. Delicoso. Mucho goodo...
[walks away]
Martin: Hey hemet, that was a lot of talkin' and you not punching him. So what did the asshole say, huh?
Carl Casper: I think that asshole might be our new partner!
Aaron Franklin
Extended Reading
