The sun was high, the ice was sweet, and the secrets were frozen solid.
"Lemon for the kid, Cherry for the lady," Tony said, scraping the metal paddle against the frozen block with a rhythmic shick-shick-shick . [S4E20] Italian Ice
The man took a bite, winced at the brain freeze, and walked back to the car. Tony picked up his rag and started wiping the counter, the rhythmic scraping of the paddle starting up again as the next kid in line stepped up. The sun was high, the ice was sweet,
"Coldest thing in the city," Tony replied, his voice low. "Bottom of the cup has what you're looking for. Don't let it melt." Tony picked up his rag and started wiping
Little Joey grabbed his cup, his tongue already stained a radioactive yellow. "Thanks, Tony. My dad says this stuff is the only reason he doesn't move to Florida."