Waiter: Hey guys! What'll it be?
Man 1: I'll take a pickled chin.
Man 2: Yeah, me too, and uhh a silver sausage.
Man 1: Yeah, yeah, gimme a silver sausage too, and a rack.
Waiter: Back rack? Crack rack? Needle rack?
Man 3: Get the needle rack, and I'll take the same plus another three with a pickled chin but no silver sausage.
Man 1: No silver? You pushing out on me here? Talk it up!
Man 3: Silver ain't on my radar today!
Man 2: Well, get it on your fucking radar! I'll take a back rack but don't jizz up the bull foam.
Man 1: Are you strung-out? You girls are like Moses already! Gimme extra fucking trilby shots all over mine, so these pussies can see how a REAL man fucking does it!
Man 3: Alright horse-mouth, fucking rest it! I don't need another dovetail in my trunk. You know what? Fuck it. Gimme a silver sausage, but no chin. And change my rack to the crack rack, you pricks just washed my jaw.
Man 1: That's talking! Let's make a night of it. Louie! Get to work!
Waiter: Sure thing, boss!