After news broke that Bob Davis, former owner of Giggles Comedy Club, plans to turn Cyndy's House of Pancakes into a strip joint (possibly one that serves pancakes), Davis received a call from local strip joint king/perpetual subject of organized crime investigations Frank Colacurcio Sr..
Frank: Bob, it's Frank Colacurcio. Welcome to the business. Bob: Uh, what business is that, Frank? Frank: You know goddamn well what business. Bob: I plan on opening a dance club. Frank: That's why I fucking called you. Why don't you let Frankie run it? Bob: With all due respect, Frank-- Frank: I can make this a very profitable operation for you. Bob: Thanks for the offer, but-- Frank: Look, here are the rules. If you give a handjob, charge for it. Bob: Uh, Frank-- Frank: IF YOU GIVE A BLOWJOB, CHARGE FOR IT! Bob: Look, I'll serve the best syrup Aunt Jemima can make, but I'm not giving any blowjobs. Frank: Not you, jerkoff. Your girls. You think they're gonna make you rich on fuckin' flapjacks? Bob: I don't know who you think I am, but I'll have you know that I'm a former airline pilot with feathered, blond hair and a nice tan. Frank: If you know what's good for you, you'll let me help you with your operation. Bob: All the hot stewardesses earned their wings with Captain Bob. I'm the president of the Mile High Club. Frank: You're a punk. You're a dimestore Jack Tripper. Bob: You don't talk to me like that. I RAN GIGGLES! Frank: Let me in on this shit, or we're taking it to the mattresses. Bob: Don't think I don't know what that means. I've seen 'You've Got Mail'! [Click]