The man took a bite, winced at the brain freeze, and walked back to the car. Tony picked up his rag and started wiping the counter, the rhythmic scraping of the paddle starting up again as the next kid in line stepped up.
"Coldest thing in the city," Tony replied, his voice low. "Bottom of the cup has what you're looking for. Don't let it melt." [S4E20] Italian Ice
Tony chuckled, but his eyes stayed on the black sedan idling across the street. In this part of town, some things stayed cold, and some things stayed quiet. The man took a bite, winced at the
"Tell your dad the Lemon’s on me," Tony muttered, "but tell him I need to see him about that ‘delivery’ tonight." "Bottom of the cup has what you're looking for
Thirty seconds later, the sedan door opened. A man in a suit that cost more than the cart stepped out, wiping sweat from his brow. "Hot one, Tony," the man said, reaching for the blue cup.
Little Joey grabbed his cup, his tongue already stained a radioactive yellow. "Thanks, Tony. My dad says this stuff is the only reason he doesn't move to Florida."
"Lemon for the kid, Cherry for the lady," Tony said, scraping the metal paddle against the frozen block with a rhythmic shick-shick-shick .