"Look, English, I know this diner isn't... uh... I dunno, Lord Ffyfington-Smythe's Tea Room, but just being a little greasy doesn't make it a 'dive'!"

"Very well, Angie Martinelli, I apologise to you, your illustrious employer, and the State of New York for my horrific faux pas, and... you know, I have to ask, exactly what does make a place a dive?"

"Oh, you know," Angie grinned and cast a quick look at the other patrons before leaning forward and whispering in Peggy's ear, "stick around after closing and see what goes down..."