Daily Inspiration Quote by Morey Amsterdam

The joke lands because it treats the restaurant as a place of polite ritual, then yanks the rug out from under that politeness with one perfectly chosen verb: orders. In normal dining language, you “order” food, not people. Morey Amsterdam smuggles a whole power dynamic into a single word, making the cannibal’s monstrosity feel like a logical extension of everyday consumer entitlement. The waiter is already someone you summon, interrupt, send back, complain about. Amsterdam just pushes that relationship to its literal, grotesque endpoint.

As an actor-comedian shaped by mid-century American club and sitcom sensibilities, Amsterdam knew how to make taboo material safe by routing it through wordplay. Cannibalism is an extreme, stomach-turning idea; the gag keeps it bloodless. No gore, no threat, just a clean linguistic twist. That’s classic mainstream comedy: you get the thrill of the forbidden without paying the emotional cost.

There’s also a sly class note. The waiter is not merely a victim; he’s the symbol of service labor, the person whose job is to absorb a customer’s moods while staying pleasant. Turning him into “the order” satirizes how easily the service worker becomes invisible, reduced to function. The cannibal isn’t just monstrous; he’s the nightmare version of the diner who already thinks the staff exists to be consumed, one way or another.