[Contempt mates well with pity.]
[It's alright to have faith in God, but when you bend to their rules. And their fucking lies, that's when I, Start to have pity on you. And that is the FRY-FECTA.]
[SO THIS ISN'T JUST A BUSINESS TO YOU. THIS IS A-- I FEEL PITY FOR HIM, AND THAT IS A POOR SIGN OF LOVE! OHH, SEE? NICE. GIMME A LITTLE REPLAY ON THAT.]
[PICKED UP FROM HIS FATHER-IN-LAW BUT GIVE ME PITY. FLASH. GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE. FLASH. AN EX-NEW YORKER WHO OPENED THIS JOINT 20 YEARS AGO]
[She expected no judgement and wanted no pity.]
[And so does pity lead straight to disaster.]
[Uncle Norm says, ‘Pity is a form of abuse.]
[Lunch, lunch meats. Lunch meats. We launch it into your mouth. Melba thought with a touch of pity? And these your house cut fries double fried? There you go.]
[This was here in the '40s. Moved by pity and shock, my grandmother urged her not to return. It was a dive, dive bar.]
[Uncle Norm says, ‘Pity is a form of abuse.]
[Lunch, lunch meats. Lunch meats. We launch it into your mouth. Melba thought with a touch of pity? And these your house cut fries double fried? There you go.]
[Water, we add a Vietnamese soup-base mix, our sachet goes in. Then my soul filled with pity?]
[A man standing in a kitchen. Caption: To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.]
[A pencil on a clear blue sky, caption: To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.]