Harvey: This is just wrong.
Mike: I know, this ruling doesn't make any sense.
Harvey: No, I meant this.
Mike: The hot dog is wrong?
Harvey: It's a truck. This is New York.I want a cart, a vendor, a vague sense of danger, that the hot dog might be made of anything.
Mike: Okay, well, I think I saw some cats lurking out behind the truck.
Harvey: Stop trying to make me feel better.

Сразу захотелось подозрительной шавермы.