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I can. That's not the problem.

Note also says I gotta deliver to his fucking house at midnight.

Shouldn't be too tough. We do deliver.

At midnight? Sounds a little fishy.

Besides, I got shit I gotta...

Hey, it's your job. You handle it.

You probably could, but you already have a job.

Why don't I just talk to my friend here?

No problem. We do this kind of thing all the time. I'll get someone right over there.

Mark, you busy?

Why don't you let Rick finish the tires and come into the office?

Need some help? No, I don't need help.

If there ain't nothing wrong, I'll have a couple extra hands. - Thanks.

Something bothering you? - No, it's nothing.

Well, it's just the guy that brought this car in earlier.

He seemed to want to talk to you, not to me.

I didn't notice. - I did.

Well, I don't know. It's like you said.

You were already doing something and I wasn't.

Well, it was more than that. He really wanted to talk to you.

It seemed like he got excited when you came out of the shop.

Look, when he comes back to get his car, why don't you handle it?

You sure? - I'll be busy doing something else.

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