"There he is. How you doing?
"You know, living the dream, man. Living. The. Dream."
"You're a day late, bro. You playing some ball?"
"It's ball-playing weather. They're all playing ball now."
"They were playing yesterday and they're playing tomorrow. I mean, it's Opening Day tomorrow, so you know who was in here yesterday while your ass wasn't. You know what Opening Day means. He's gotta eat here."
"Who."
"Tony."
"Tony, the Champ?"
"The Champ, man."
"You could tell even he's got a mask on and glasses and cap down?"
"Tony. That guy's a frigging tree trunk. Sweet kid. We don't bother him when he comes in. Just hand him the 12 inch. Sometimes he takes a swing with it. Smiles. Couldn't see it yesterday, but the twinkle is in his eye, man."
"That guy's the best, man. One time I delivered his birthday present."
"Oh yeah what was that?"
"A feast. I was running a route for the guys around the corner. He's friends with the owner, Mike, you know, at Piccolo."
"Mike sends him a feast?"
"Every year for his birthday. A lot of those guys have guys, you know, but Tony's there to take it, share it with family."
"That guy is Chicago. He ain't even from here."
"That guy is Chicago."