Thanksgiving is for the Mr Creosote in all of us.

MAÎTRE D:
Ah, good afternoon, sir, and how are we today?

MR. CREOSOTE:
Better.

MAÎTRE D:
Better?

MR. CREOSOTE:
Better get a bucket. I'm going to throw up.

MAÎTRE D:
Uh, Gaston! A bucket for monsieur.