Quicksilver Page #2

and for 50 bucks,

I'll throw in the bag.

- I don't have 50 bucks.

- What do you have?

- I got ten.

- Ten?

Five down, five a week...

till you pay me 5 5.

- You just said 50!

- On time payments, you pay interest.

I know that much.

- My man, it's a mean machine.

- Yo, look, don't touch.

Okay, man.

I won't touch your bike.

What you doin' with these

chicken bones around your neck?

Man, be more respectful

of your African heritage.

Youngblood, I want coffee.

I want it light.

I want it sweet.

- Now! What you still doin' here?

- Okay, okay!

Money, money, money.

He makes all that money

bein' a messenger?

Yeah, well, he's not too particular

what he carries...

and for who.

It's gonna be a good day today.

Spider. Do me a favor,

see what Murray's got for me.

- I'll check.

- Thank you.

- Hey,jack. How you doing, man?

- How you doing, Hector?

- How's Maria?

- Very big.

She's out to here.

Doctor says no twins, but I don't know.

- Six on midtown.

- Okay, thank you.

That's Terri.

She's new today.

How you doin'?

- I gotta make the number. See ya.

- I'll see you later,jack.

- Hi there.

- Hi. I'm busy right now.

You're busy right now?

Oh, really?

Aw. Poor baby.

You think you're so tough.

Can I get anything else

for you, dearie?

I had five bucks, and I don't know

what I did with it.

- Hey,joey.

- Yeah, what is it?

- Another bum-- no money.

- No, I did have it. I swear to God.

- I've heard that before.

- Where the hell did I put it?

I gave him a five,

I put five in my pocket--

- Hey, Pete.

- What's your name?

What's it to you, huh?

I just want to know who

I'm loaning five bucks to.

- Where you from, Terri?

- DC.

Thanks.

Thank you.

- Three.

- Five.

That's too much.

Five... or get out.

Okay. We'll take 'em.

Five thousand.

Come on, come on.

Take it.

No, I haven't seen him for a while.

Yeah, I know.

It's business before pleasure, baby.

- I gotta go now.

- Catch you later.

Bye.

Hey, Gypsy.

What's happenin'?

- What is this?

- Huh?

You deliver short,

hustle my customers for yourself?

- What you talkin' about, man?

- You don't work for me no more.

Go back to bumpin' envelopes.

Disappear.

The street is

free enterprise, Gypsy.

You work your side...

I work mine.

Come on, man!

Emilio, let me have a hot dog

with everything on it...

and a vegetarian

for my friend here.

It's ''cherridy,'' man.

Beautiful.

Look at the wheels.

They're new.

Yeah, well, almost new.

And dig, man, it's got two sections--

got your hot dogs, got your ices.

The umbrella, I'd get rid of that.

I'd put my own, you know.

Thank you.

''Hector's Hot Dogs.''

- Uh-huh.

- So, what do you think, man?

You know what I think?

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