[Yiiikes. If Benny's mission was to make the guy feel better and make some friends, he's walked backwards right into a radioactive pit. He stows the fork in a bit of a hurry.]

Hey hey hey, it's all good, capiche?- [Benny attempts a hearty man's-man's backslap of approval somewhere.... shoulder-ish, following the tradition of self-congratulatory lads all over the world.] - Nothing wrong with getting all the hey-hey you can handle, you rascal. Just... pipe down while you’re piping him down, wouldja?

[Benny can only assume that the smaller man in the equation is the one being "piped", and the big, broad-shouldered guy's been doing the "piping".]

Your, ah, "fella" [Benny stresses the word euphemistically,] looks like he can't handle too much anyway. Go easy on him!