Jerry: Hey. What's all this?
Holly: I decided I was going to make you dinner.
Jerry: I thought we were going out.
Holly: Well, after you scarfed up my mutton I had the irresistible urge to make pork chops for you. Well, I said hello to Franco for you.
Jerry: Franco?
Holly: Your butcher, down the street.
Jerry: Oh. I bet he acted aloof like he didn't know me.
Holly: A little.
Jerry: That is so Franco.