“Well, I’m glad to hear that. Listen, I’ve been fatally poisoned, there’s probably a psychopath heading over there to torture and kill you as we speak, but don’t bother getting out of bed, I’ll be there in a flash… Maybe you could fry me up a waffle or something, kay?”
—Chev Chelios, Crank (2006)
Marcus’ Melon
Dartmouth Street, Portland, Maine