[s4e20] Italian Ice < Web PLUS >

The summer heat in New Jersey was thick enough to chew, the kind of humidity that made the asphalt feel like sponge. On the corner of 4th and Main, the "Bella Notte" cart was the only thing keeping the neighborhood from a heat-induced riot.

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." [S4E20] Italian Ice

"Lemon for the kid, Cherry for the lady," Tony said, scraping the metal paddle against the frozen block with a rhythmic shick-shick-shick . The summer heat in New Jersey was thick

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. "Thanks, Tony

"Tell your dad the Lemon’s on me," Tony muttered, "but tell him I need to see him about that ‘delivery’ tonight."