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Tippit: I'm ready for some chow! How about you two? Edith: Uh-- let's see-- inedible junk food, inedible junk food, inedible junk food-- all at outrageous prices. I'd call that "tourist chow." Georgie: Or "chump chow." Tippit: I call it "lunch."
Bull wanting to eat unhealthy food completely contradicting himself when he wouldn’t let Hugo take the girls to a southern deep fried restaurant after practice. I guess years of eating military slop has made him want to live a little.