Assault on Wall Street Page #3

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F***.

I'm not making enough.

What up you lazy bastards?

What'd you do,

just roll out of bed?

It's Jim Baxford.

No, no... second shift.

Lunch for you,

breakfast for us.

Just sit down and shut up,

we already ordered for you.

Tom gets the cheeseburger,

Jim... chili.

Cold chili, and he's always

surprised, you know?

But he always finishes.

Give me a couple of

days, call the office.

Oh uh, what's going on with

my funds?

Uh... Jim, look I

really gotta...

I'm in a... I'll talk to

you in a couple days...

Hello?

That's what he meant, that's

what he was thinking about.

F***ing hell.

Hey man.

F***ing a**hole.

My broker, phone

keeps dropping out.

Everybody's cheesed

about their broker these days.

Frank and me just learned

that we have lost 20 percent

of our pension.

Gone, like watery piss

in the wind.

I don't know, bad investments

on the part of idiots like us.

to some of those

administration meetings.

Those meetings are bullshit!

Our administrators only

do what's good for them,

no matter how many people go

to those goddamn meetings,

they should call it

collective ball scratching.

You know what me and Freddy

do with our day?

We bust homeless people for

sleeping in the park, or uh...

we bust some stupid

shmuck for jaywalking,

but the real f***ing criminals,

they're downtown

on Wall Street,

wearing suits that cost more

than any of us make in a year.

And those mother f***ers steal

more money than any a**hole

on Riker's Island

ever dreamed of stealing,

and if they get caught,

which they won't get caught,

but if they did they'd

get an ankle bracelet

and put under house arrest.

In their mansions where

the hookers come to you.

Yeah and they spend

the night.

Well the expensive

kind of hookers

that you want to

spend the night,

Wall Street hookers.

Wall Street... pow, pow!

F*** those guys you know

what I mean, f*** them.

Yeah, you guys are doing a

real good job of cheering

my buddy up over here.

Oh, we're just talking sh*t,

Jim.

I'm sure you'll be all right.

Hey fellas, the usual?

I didn't order fries,

that's his.

All around.

Beef for you.

Where's my chili?

It's coming!

My f***ing chili.

Make sure it's warm.

It's freezing cold.

Great.

I don't know why we come here,

the food sucks.

But the site's good.

At least it's warm.

That's true.

How's Rosie doing, Jim?

She's hanging in there.

It's been a tough year,

you know?

She's a fighter.

Give her our best.

Yeah.

She's a trooper that one,

Rosie.

She's a good girl.

How's your wife?

Great.

She's cheating on me.

What?

If you guys need anything else,

just give me a holler.

What happened?

I'm a cop, I got married,

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