We just call it like it is. Truly, we actually care about the Dick Tracy legacy and want it to be everything it should be rather than a pale shadow of it’s glory days. Dick Tracy used to be a daily action hero with a particularly likeable set of stylistic quirks. Right now he’s the leader of an actionless procedural unit devoid of many of the old quirks.
This is a particularly long constipation spell. I don’t think she’s fully relieved herself since the middle of October where she worked it out with a letter opener, though I think she dropped a little doo on Wendy.
Only condescendingly or triumphantly.
She found a piece of pastrami under her filet mignon.
I figure they’re evidence gloves.
She may need chopsticks for that. I’m going to guess that her chopsticks are about a meter long and made of metal.
I’m amazed how she turned an otherwise poor Appalachian county into a resort destination. It’s not too far from where I live and I’ve been there many times.
She looks disturbed, but honestly she’s been disturbing this whole arc.
Must be a seafood fork. How many courses is she having?
There’s no accounting for taste. However, I bet the Choate Club makes the best Salisbury steak around.
My guess, though, is that Sam is hiding in the kitchen, slipped up, and sent out his pastrami instead of whatever she ordered.