bruce the goose! morning, buddy. don't even move, i got somethin' special today. my mom made it just for you.
you like quiche? he comes back up, proudly presents a slice of quiche.
you know, contrary to popular belief the quiche was actually invented by the mayans, then stolen by the french. they shoulda said, "hey, that quiche ain't yours, it's mayan!" bobby belts out a laugh.
just taste it, taste it.  bobby shoves a bite into bruce's mouth. bruce feigns liking it with exasperation.
that's a buck seventy-five.
oh, two o'clock, two o'clock, two-o- five, two-ten.
way out of our league, huh? bruce offers his money to bobby.
you know, i saw them editing your cookie piece.
they must have gotten high or something, cause they was orderin' everything, i had. hey, how long have you been interested in pastry? 'cause i've got an aunt who makes baklava twenty layers deep.
maybe you could do a story on her! bruce tosses the money on the cart, heads off.
i'll give her a call, we'll talk about it later!
don't worry about it. i called my aunt, we're on. bruce looks at bobby, continues after and catches jack.
hey, br uce . n ice job , m an. wa sn' t the same without you around here, pal. i hear jack wants to see you.
you're going to need your energy in there. can i interest you in a donut?
coffee?
fiber grain bar with bee pollen and spiralina?
yeah, i don't blame 'ya, they taste like grass. bobby cuts bruce off with his cart. bruce is forced to stop.
tell you what? i wasn't going to break it open until lunch time, but i made a batch of rhubarb that you have got to try.
come on, it's my mother's recipe she's practically cripple.  bobby forces a ladle of rhubarb out at bruce.
open up, that's it, here comes the news chopper.
thanks. i've grown kind of attached to it.
do you have these in red? bruce walks up behind bobby.
hey thanks, bruce. biscotti?
you know, french toast was invented by tavern owner, joseph french, who had a poor knowledge of grammar, and did not know how to use the possessive apostrophe, so he called it french toast instead of french's toast.  pull back to reveal bruce, crutch under one arm, cast on his leg, mic in hand, reporting. he's now talking in his own voice, much more himself.