“Yeah, excuse me, can we get some fresh fruit ova here?

Gotta have fresh fruit every morning, dad said

Naw, no berries, no melons, none of that shit. You got any oranges?

Well what’s Mr. suspenders peeling behind the bar? Yeah, bet you can scrounge us up an orange, would you? P’s and t’s.

…Boy nice place you picked here…

Listen, let’s put our cards on the table – can we – you got a list, I got a list, let’s just hold each other’s hands, and sa’ on three if it’s a go or no go, aight?

One… Two…

Ah, fuck you snuck up on me Pocahontas.

Jesus – the fuck kinda orange is this?

Blood orange? What am I the Count? From Sesame Street – you kids don’t read.

No it’s fine it’s fine I’m fucking with you it’s fine leave it

Take the knife too – oranges are meant to be peeled. My dad never cut an orange a day in his life.

They gonna cut our steaks next? Jesus. You picked a really nice place.

I swear if this thing – sniff – better not be bloody.

Fuck imagine that right.

Tiny, there’s like what is this one-two-three… six slices? Is that the same as a regular?

Regular orange

Aight I’m gonna try it but we’ll circle back to the one-two-three – shit my hands are bloody now. Damn this is juicy.

I’ll test it out first.

… aight. Aight. It’s no Orange but aight. Not fucking bad, not for me but not bad.

Hey! Thumbs up! You did good.

You wanna slice?”