it's not lunch that's out, it's milts that's out
Look, buddy, you and I have been good friends for a number of years now. You know that I love you dearly, and would die for you in a fiery explosion if I absolutely had to, G-d forbid (although I have a rather strong preference not to do that, if it isn't strictly necessary). Right?
With all that being said... I don't give a rat's @$$ if you refuse to come to Milt's tomorrow. Lunch is still being there anyway.