Say, look, uh, I gotta have a word
with you, if you got a second.
Later. Later maybe.
You ain't coming to work?
Don't guess. Just come for my day's
pay owing and to tell you I'm
What you gonna do back there, East?
Lotta rich women back there...
Men, they mostly faggots.
Must be some mess back there.
Well, ain't no use hanging around
I got me two hundred twenty-four
bucks of flat folding money...
He know what he can do with that
chicken-shit day's pay. And if he
ain't man enough to do it for
himself, I be happy to oblige!
glasses. O.S. a Tiomkin-tradition chorus sings, "From this
valley they say you are going -- we will miss your bright
brightened our pathway a while."
Tough tiddy, ladies, you had your
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