- Leslie: [scolding a waiter serving a skewer of shish kabob] No. No. My dear sir, you're merely serving - not fighting off pirates. You brandished that like a weapon. Proffer the food - don't stab the customers to death.
- Peter Gunn: [enters scene] Good evening, Leslie.
- Leslie: [sighs] Mr. Gunn, that may be your considered opinion. Now, Lafitte, you suppose you can take your blade, return to the kitchen, and without impaling yourself - try another entrance? It isn't always simple.
- Edie Hart: [enters scene as waiter exits] Leslie?
- Leslie: Yes?
- Edie Hart: It's a nice idea, but I don't know. Do you think that flaming swords are a little to progressive for us, right now?
- Peter Gunn: [joking] No. I've been just fine.
- Leslie: Miss Hart, shall we go over basics, again? One may offer the choicest of prime sirloin - exquisitely done. The most one can hope for this morsel is seven dollars.
- Edie Hart: So.
- Leslie: Ingenuity, Madam. Instead, one takes a stringy piece of gristly lamb, one skewers it, sets it aflame - twelve dollars.
- Peter Gunn: Leslie, I have the feeling you used to work in a beanery.
- Leslie: That, sir, is striking below the tenderloin.