Vault Classics 58

Let's get it straight.

You think this is easy for me?

Huh?

What do you want?

I don't know what I want.

All I know is I drive that cab over a thousand miles a week,

and I have to come over to this place

to hear you and your mother bitch about what a no-good bum I am

because I want to go on a binge every now and then,

and the fucking lawn doesn't get mowed.

I'm fed up.

I'm fed up, I tell you.

I'm fed up.

The fucking bills that never end,

the fucking money there's never enough of,

the fucking TV dinners because my wife does not have enough time

to cook me a decent meal,

fucking dog shit in the lawn,

the fucking--oh, and your fucking headaches every Saturday night.

Here, it's a hundred bucks.

I'll send you one later, I'll give you a call.

What do you want, Hank?

I don't know. It's gotta be a little more than what we got, you know.

What do you want? Tell me what you want!

Yeah, I'll give you a call.

What do you want, Hank? Tell me what you want!

Breaker, breaker, good buddies. This is the Cannonball Express bustin' loose.

Lookin' for trouble. Ten-four.

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