SC - "Well Seymour, I made it, despite your directions."
SS - "I hope you're ready for mouth watering hamburgers!"
SC - "I thought we were having steamed clams?"
SS - "Oh no no, I said steamed hams. That's what I call hamburgers."
SC - "You call hamburgers steamed hams?"
SS - "Yes. It's a regional dialogue."
SC - "Uh...what region?"
SS - "Uuuh. Upstate New York."
SC - "Really? Well I'm from Ithaca and I've never heard anyone use the phrase steamed hams."
SS - "Oh not in Utica, no, it's an Albany expression."
SC - "Uh I see. You know these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burgers."
SS - "Hohohoho. No. Patented Skinner Burgers. Old family recipie."
SC - "For...steamed hams."
SS - "Yes."
SC - "Yes, and you call them steamed hams despite the fact they are obviously grilled."
SS - "You know I...One thing I sh...Excuse me for one second. Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped."
SC - "Yes, I should be...Good lord, what is happening in there?"
SS - "Aurora Borealis?"
SC - "Aurora Borealis? At this time of year? At this time of day? In this part of the country? Localized entirely within your kitchen?"
SS - "Yes."
SC - "May I see it?"
SS - "No."
SC - "Well, Seymour, you are an odd fellow, but I must say you steam a good ham."
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