Butcher:
[Grant Grant is eyeballing a display counter filled with raw meat]
Howdy, Mr. Grant.
Grant Grant:
Oh, hey there, Killer.
Butcher:
What can I do you for?
Grant Grant:
Gimme a couple of your ribeyes.
Butcher:
How many you need?
Grant Grant:
Eight. Naw... ten. Uhm, no, no. You know what? Gimme fourteen.
Butcher:
Having a party?
Grant Grant:
Yeah, something like that. It's a... little surprise for the wife.
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