Hmmmm...mozzarella...tough on the fly...
"Oy Vey!! It's been from how many years now Mannie since we had Alte Sophie's chicken soup?? And look, there's her deli!! Looks just like it did when we lived in Brooklyn Mannie. There, there's a nice parking spot right there. No, don't take that one. No, not that one either. Right, this one. Stop kvetching. Yes, you are kvetching Mannie. I'm married to you how many years and I shouldn't know you're kvetching even you don't say anything?? I should be so lucky. Trust me, you're kvetching. You're kvetching with your eyes you're kvetching. No, pull back out and straighten it better, here's now the car all oingapatchked and how I'm supposed to squeeze out on my side? I'd cut loose a kvitch like they'll hear in Sheepshead Bay. Fall and land flat on my tuches. What you think I look like here, that Twiggy girl that usedta all the time be on the foinsehr? I should live so long. Anyway, I'm now so hungry I can hardly wait to fress up a gevaltige bowl of Sophie's soup with lots and lotsa mozza rella soon, maybe with a little nash herring and a corn rye."
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