Hey, George. George Luz:
Yeah? Frank Perconte:
This kind of remind you of Bastogne?
[comedic pause, including bemused look] George Luz:
Yeah... now that you mention it. Except, of course, there's no snow, we got warm grub in our bellies, and the trees aren't fucking exploding
from Kraut artillery, but yeah... Frank... other than that, it's a lot like Bastogne. Frank Perconte:
Right? George Luz:
Bull, smack him for me please?
] George Luz: