If America runs on Dunkin', do I detect a slight limp?

I'll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.

Augie: Does everybody else know?T.C.: About my epitaph?Augie: About me being gay, you gink-head hoser-face!T.C. Not everybody. There's a night watchman at a Dunkin Donuts just outside of Detroit. He doesn't know yet.