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I've got a foggy, smoggy morning.
no riots, no mudslides.
Steve Tatum here.
Christmas Parade tonight.
just before Thanksgiving
Found your hat.
Come along.|Up the stairs, up you go.
I miss my friends in New Jersey.
I know, but you'll make new friends.
Fasten your seat belt.
Are you gonna make|new friends, too, Mom?
Morning, Tom. Hear the results|of New York's Aqueduct today?
Otis, my man, I already lost.
Can you get this off my car?|It scratches easy.
Who you gonna bet on at Del Mar?
Nobody, I'm broke. I'm going to work.
departs on track four.
I've lost my purse!
Your purse is on your shoulder.|I swear...
No-Ioading zone, pal. Keep it moving.
The driver said he'd mail it to you.
For heaven's sakes!|We do not know the cab driver.
We certainly do not.|We are from Memphis.
We do not socialise|with foreign drivers.
That's the thing. He seemed very|suspicious. He said it was yours.
Ma'am, even an amateur gemologist|like myself
- But that's not our...|- What she means is,
it's a gift for a friend,|Sally-Lou, back home.
He's so sweet.
You're not old enough
for your own PIN number.
But Laura says|I can get one in your name.
There was a fire at San Diego Youth|Centre. I had to pull two kids out.
They're fine, but now|I can't push the damn buttons.
- Help him, Papa.|- Would you?
What's the number?
Don't flirt. She's a virgin.
- How far is the hospital?|- Beverly Hills. Is that far?
- We can give him a ride.|- No, we don't have time.
You gotta have the cab fare.|I insist. Yeah.
"Efharisto." It's, like, 30 miles.
I need a little more money...
Smile, Mrs Alcot,|your favourite customer's here.
OK, 20, 40, 50,
57, 58, bus ticket to Fresno...
I don't want no bus ticket|to Fresno, man.
...59, 60, 65. That's it, for now.|I'm a little short.
I could sell my car.
It's over. Junior's cranky,|dudes are moving in on his turf.
Tommy, you gotta quit|playing the ponies.
Gloria. Come here.
They got small-time|written on their pants.
The guy in black, Webster?|He's a loan shark.
- What's the other called?|- Tom.
You do what you gotta do. Tonight,|you meet us in the back of Zema's.
You don't have 1,000 bucks,|get out of town.
You got a bus ticket to Fresno.
Help me out here.|I'm a little stressed.
Forget it, Webster.|I got the skills to pay the bills.
That's my man talking, yeah.|At Madame Zema's.
Junior's coming. I can hear him.|He wants to see you now.
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