No, no. Mrs. Stein started waiting tables because Frank wasn't bringing home the bacon, but now she does it because I sit at Table 4 every night and order coffee and pie and stare at her dreamily because I lurve her. (I'm also a good tipper. Otherwise, I think she would have dropped me on my head.)
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