Your face could be covered with lox, I wouldn't care.

Then what goes on top of the salami? Pastrami. You're a genius.

Don't listen to him. He's still light-headed from all the Irish whiskey and pickled eggs in his system.

So enjoy. Smoked oyster casserole with a breakfast-cereal crust.

We brought food. Lox and bagels, the breakfast of time-travelers.

Yesterday, you made fun of me for eating lox. It's different, your people don't worship lox. Clearly, you've never been to brunch with my cousins.

Oh, well, I suppose that Chandler will have the smoked duck. And I suppose that Monica will have the manipulative shrew.

So you just let him get away with anything? Well, not anything. But honestly, pastrami sandwich is not the hill I want to die on.