Well, here I am. Do you need me to help turn the hotdogs? Where's the grill?
There are no hotdogs. There is no grill.
You invited me to a Memorial Day cook-out! My mouth is all set for a hotdog with all the fixings!
I invited you to a Memorial Day picnic. Now sit down and act civilized. Eat your Circus Peanut.
Circus Peanut. It's The Writer's traditional Memorial Day food.
No wonder her husband is so skinny. I want hotdogs and hamburgers. I was robbed!