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Piccadilly orders a gin martini, straight up, with a cocktail onion.

»A Cocteau onion,« is what it sounds like. His posh RP-English is so sexy.

Frank tries to say, »Make that two,« but it sounds more like, »Stick it in your gob.«

Vidalia takes offense. She prefers her martinis with fruits of a more exotic type, for instance, gooseberries.