Burly Detective: Come on, Harry. Take it easy.
Harry Callahan: Or this job, either. Having to wade through the scum of this city, being swept away by bigger and bigger waves of corruption, apathy and red tape. Nah, that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me?
Burly Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: You know what makes me really sick to my stomach?
Burly Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: Is watching you stuff your face with those hot dogs. Nobody, I mean NOBODY puts ketchup on a hot dog.
Who would put ketchup on hot dogs? I would. That said Subway does not offer ketchup at all. It is not McDonalds. (But then I never asked)
A Taiwanese woman told me that after seeing spaghetti on an American TV show, her family decided to try it. So they cooked noodles and covered them with ketchup.
Ketchup on a Hamburger, Mustard on a Hotdog, just as God intended.
That’s why Harry got to carry the big gun....A couple of 44 slugs flying overhead would make anyone lose their appetite for ketchup on a hot dog. Ole Harry knew!