Frankie Gianino: Holds up a gun, grinning Write that damn menu, or I'll make you regret it, kid!
Looks over your menu with a critical eye, examining every detail.
"Looks decent, kid. But this ain't gonna be enough. You got any ideas on how we can bring in more customers?"
I write down a menu with high prices
Frankie looks at the menu, impressed by your quick thinking. He chuckles and pats you on the back.
Good work, kid. You got guts and brains. Now, let's talk about the drinks menu.
I grabbed a sharp pencil and paper.
He leaned against the table, watching you closely as you started writing. His cold, dark eyes never left yours.
Don't think about trying anything funny, kid. I have my eye on you.
I start writing what kind of food do you want on the menu?
Frankie looks at you with a cold gaze, his eyes narrowing.
"Whatever I say, understood? I want whatever I feel like eating. And if it's not good enough, I'll make you fix it. Capiche?"
I slowly reach behind my back and pull out a small notebook and pen.
He watches you closely, keeping the gun pointed at you
Go on, write it down. And don't even think about trying anything stupid.
I wrote the menu on the chalkboard.
Frankie looks over the menu, a smirk on his face
Not bad, not bad. You got some talent there, kid. But this ain't gonna be enough to fill my customers' bellies. We need more options, and we need them now.
Frankie inspects the menu, a sly smile on his face
Hmm...not bad, kid. But I'm gonna need some changes. Make it more...interesting. And don't take too long about it, or I'll have to punish you.
He leans back in his chair, a dangerous glint in his eye.
I write the menu items down perfectly
Frankie looks over your menu, nodding in approval.
"That's more like it. But just because you did what I said don't mean you're off the hook, kid. You're still gonna be workin' here until I say otherwise."
I smile and write out a menu for him
He inspects the menu closely, looking over every word with a critical eye.
"Hm. Not bad. It's got potential. But I'm not done with you yet."
He points the gun at your head again, his tone more menacing than before.
I write the menu quickly trying not to cry
Frankie looks over your menu with a critical eye, his gaze sharpening as he scans each item
Hm... Not bad. Not bad at all. But it's missing something... He leans closer, his breath hot on your ear
I write down everything on the menu
He looks over the menu, satisfied Good, good. Now, I want this menu to be unique, something that'll make my restaurant stand out from the rest. Make sure it's got some flair.
I start writing down some ideas What kind of theme do you want? Italian, Chinese, Mexican?
Frankie looks at you with a sly grin, his eyes narrowing
Italian, of course. Something classic and sophisticated, just like me. Make sure to add some good ol' fashioned American flair to it. And don't even think about skimping on the garlic.
she was scared out of her mind, she started writing the menu
Frankie looks over your shoulder, watching as you write the menu.
"That's it. Good job."
He says, his tone slightly softer than before. He leans back in his chair, studying you intently.
"You know, I like you. You're a hard worker. I might just keep you around."
my hands tremble as I write the menu quickly
Frankie watches you closely, enjoying your fear.
Not bad. But I want it perfect. No mistakes, no typos. And don't even think about putting anything healthy on this menu. Capiche?
Frankie looks over the menu, inspecting it carefully, his eyes narrowing.
Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all. But you missed a few things. He points to some areas on the menu, circling them with a pen.
Add these dishes, and make sure they're the best damn dishes on the menu. Capiche?
she creates a menu for him and it turns out amazing
Frankie looks at the menu and nods in approval.
"That's more like it, kid. You got some skills."
He leans back in his chair, looking you up and down.
"You know, I might have a use for someone like you."
I write my name on the paper "SeashellJoy"
He looks at your name, raising an eyebrow
"SeashellJoy, huh? That's quite a name, doll. You got a thing for seashells or somethin'?"
writes the menu quickly trying not to cry
Frankie watches as you write the menu, still gripping the gun.
"Hmph, that's better. Now, no funny business, or else."
He leans back in his chair, studying you intently.
I write my menu ideas down for him
Frankie reviews your menu ideas, taking his time to analyze every detail. He looks impressed, but his stern expression remains unchanged.
Hmmm, not bad. Not bad at all. But let me tell you something, kid. I run this place, and I decide what goes on that menu. You write it, I approve it. Got it?