Left to right:

“J.J.! Are you kidding me? You know I only drink top shelf at this joint!”

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“I’m telling you, this is the stuff! Boss man’s old football buddy bottles it just for us.”

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“J.J my boy, when you are done arguing with my sister here, would you set me up please?”

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“You know I adore you sweetie, but you’re starting to make me feel a little crowded…”

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Silently, to himself, “Uh oh…”

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“You think…”

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“Yes, she’s definitely ditching him.”

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“Poor guy.” Silently, to himself: “Am I gonna be her only boyfriend now?”

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“…aaaand then he drinks the champagne out of her shoe – right here at the bar- and hands the shoe back to her, and then he leaves! Just like that!”

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“Oh my god! Only our guy Smiley!” They broke the mold!”

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Silently, to himself: “This crowd is right out of some screwball artist’s wild imagination.”

–Danny Grosso

From the left and down the line:

Silently, to himself: “Six o’clock and we’re already slammed here. Whatzit gonna be like at eight?”

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“Hey, slow down, big guy, you’re already doing the 2 am lean…”.

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“Shaddup I’m fine…I think.”

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“Are you kidding me with this guy’s face?!”

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“Really, buddy? I saw you walk in with the flower – you don’t have to ham it up any more than that.”

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“I came all the way from Zanzibar to give this bloom, and myself, to you.”

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“Ha! Zanzibar! He means the corner bar!”

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“One more martini, one more cuppa joy.”

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“Really, Arthur, won’t you marry me so you can move into my apartment and keep me sauced all day?”

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“Remember that Star Trek episode when the plants had feelings? You think the olives get drunk swimming in the booze?”

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“You are wise, my old friend. Yes, they may become pickled, but your concern is misplaced. You should be worried about yourself swimming in the booze.”

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-Danny Grosso

Counter-clockwise from bottom left:

“Well. that doesn’t seem plausible my dear, does it?”

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Silently, to herself: “Hmmm, she’s gonna pounce on him now, isn’t she…”

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“Are you kidding me? I think that silk bow is a little tight around your neck and it’s cutting off the oxygen to your already pickled brain. In fact, it’s not only plausible but evident that you and your ilk are unwilling to consider the importance of parties in the wake of our recent common circumstance! I think you should lighten up or dangle”

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“Hey Carlo, we’re over here!”

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“Who’s this old guy with the glasses?”

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“Forget about him. Who’s the guy in the leather?”

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“Best thing about this job is the girls – or maybe the jacket.”

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Silently, to himself: “Are those girls talking about me?”

-Danny Grosso

Counter-clockwise from bottom left:

“You know we’re gonna find out someday, right? I mean it’s all gonna come out.”

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Silently, to herself: “Not so sure about that – I was with’em and I’m not gonna tell.”

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Silently, to herself: “I bet she’s got a secret, and I’ll double-down that she’s not telling these two.”

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“Yea, well in this joint everybody knows everybody – no way anybody has the scoop and keeps the secret – youz can count on that.”

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Silently, to himself: “Perhaps the ascot was too much for these ruffians…”

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“I didn’t see anyth..”

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“Just so you know – Somebody Somebody say you were there and you saw. Just remember what I’ve been telling you your whole life – keep your mouth shut and don’t say anything to anybody about this thing.”

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Silently, to herself: “I think the ascot is too much for these ruffians…”

-Danny Grosso

Around we go…

“You know he’s looking at someone else right now. Look, he’s even waving to her.”

“It’s the camera, silly. He’s interested in the photo, not the photographer.”

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“I find the crowd here to be a tad droll. What say we go for a walk – there’s a moon out tonight and the view is spectacular from my terrace on the Inner Drive…”

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“Mr. Mister, the lady over there is asking if you would join her for a drink. She seems very discree… Hey! Put that camera down!”

“Don’t worry, Frankie, it’s fine. I’m shined up pretty tonight, that’s all. Whaddaya expect?”

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Silently, to her hopelessly conflicted self: “Don’t listen to him…don’t look at him…just don’t… “

“Say, pallie boy, we really need to get moving if we’re gonna meet that guy for that thing.”

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“I’ll just pose here for a bit – let him eat his heart out.”

“He’s at the other end of the table for a reason, sweetie – the place is full of his exes and he’s trying to save you from a drink in the face. Why don’t I bring you another cocktail and have the boys play your tune? Couple hours and this’ll all blow over.”

Singer (singing): …Aaand these feel…like someone else’s memories...

-Danny Grosso