At Olive Garden, we treat you like family.

OG: “Get a job, already! You just sit here all day, eating up all the breadsticks! Why can’t you be more like Frankie!”
Me: “But ma, I don’t want to be an accountant! I wanna be a singer, like Bruce Springsteen!”
OG: “Did, uh…did you just call me…ma? I’m not your mother. I only work here.”
Me: “Oops! Awkward.”
OG: “Come here, you.”
Me: “Hey, leggo my head! Why you rubbin’ my head!”
OG: “Cause at Olive Garden, you are family.”
Me: “Aw, thanks…ma?”
OG: “Now geddouttahere, before I start bawling all over your pretty face.”
Me: “I’ll be good, ma!”
OG: “Wait! Here, don’t forget your breadsticks.”
Me: “You’re the best, ma!”

Stay tuned for our next episode of Olive Garden Theater on Netflix: Broken Breadsticks
Ta Ta Ta Taaaaa…♪