Act of Faith Page #5

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stay out of my business?

(upbeat music)

(upbeat electronic music)

- I mean, who do

you think you are,

just walking up in my

kitchen like that, man?

- I am Mr. Leroy

Gregory Marshall III,

Fulton County health inspector.

- Oh.

- And just who are you?

- You must be looking

for Mr. Brady.

I heard he was hiding

behind the stove.

Order's up!

- Just trying to fix

this raggedy stove.

Six burners, two

of them working.

How can I help you, Mister,

would you like a

piece of apple pie?

- No sir.

I wouldn't eat a

thing in this dump.

And besides, shutting you down

is going to be the

sweetest thing ever.

- Mr. Marshall, I

made all the changes

you asked for last

time you were here.

- The eggs were

stored two inches

below where they

should have be stored.

And two inches in my book is

as big as a football field.

- Hey, speaking of football,

you like the Falcons?

- Are you trying to

bribe a county official?

- Oh no, no, no sir.

It's just that I had an extra

ticket to the Falcon's game

on the 50 and I thought maybe--

- Because if you were,

I was getting ready to

say you were a smart man.

- Mr. Marshall,

what do you want?

- 10,000 dollars.

Or I'll shut you down faster

than you can butter a biscuit.

- 10,000 dollars?

- The Marshall family don't

have a history in

stuttering, sir.

- Yeah, well the Brady family

don't have a history

in backing down.

- As you wish.

Let me see can I find some

additional violations

around here.

- Oh, no, no, no Mr. Marshall.

You don't have to

go through all that.

Let's talk this over like

reasonable businessmen.

Let's have a cup of coffee, huh?

- I thought you'd see it my way.

Can you make that a

plastic cup please?

- Oh, we're gonna fix you

up real good, real good.

(upbeat electronic music)

- Oh no you ain't.

What in the H-E

double L hockey sticks

are you doing sitting

up in here, OK?

- My feet hurt, my

corns was throbbing

and so was my bunions and

I'm sorry if it stank.

- OK, well you gonna

be sorry if Mr. Brady

catches you sitting back here

on his time relaxing, OK?

He gonna give you the

Sermon on the Mount

and the Ten Commandments.

You got customers out there.

- Look, they ain't tipping

so I ain't trippin'.

- Well, you do look

awfully cute today.

- Not if we was on

a remote island,

you was last fool on it

and I was out of batteries.

- That's how you're

gonna play it, bro?

I mean why, because

I ain't ballin?

I ain't making it rain in

the clubs or something?

- Now, how would that help me?

Do I look like I would be up

in the clubs or something?

- I'm just trying to say

I work an honest job,

making an honest living,

what's wrong with that?

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