A man goes into a restaurant, sits down at a table and an attractive young waitress comes for his order. He gives her a smile and says, “I want a quickie.”
She turns red in the face and ahems, “Sir, I don’t know what kind of restaurant you’re used to eating in, but I can assure you you’re not going to get a quickie here!”
“How disappointing,” the man replied. “Could you ask the chef to make an exception?”
“He doesn’t have anything to do with it!” says the waitress indignantly.
“Hmmm,” do you know anywhere around here where I could get a quickie?”
“I’m SURE I don’t know,” answers the waitress loudly.
A patron from the next table leans over and taps the man on the shoulder, “I think it’s pronounced QUICHE.”