his doctor's bag.
Doc, those pills, y'gave me for my
back? I'm not sure that they work.
Well, I'm not sure either, but y'don't
hear me complain... come by th'office,
end of th'afternoon.
This is your movie, this is small
a day, to shoot on the street. And
then they kicked us out...
A jacket for five dollars... I can
buy this town for fifty bucks.
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