you gonna put some luther vandross in here? shit, he black ain't he?
why you stop havin' dancin' on saturday? used to have bands.  all kind's live shit. like a wake up in here, now.
you seen my snake-skin shoes?
they're from new york. my niece gets 'em on the computer.
naw. they got some blue dye, though. you think them boots you got on come from a black cow?
don't gotta tell me. me and my girlfriends use-ta talk 'bout them hard fingertips he got pickin' that guitar.
they still hard?
i know you hurtin', laz. i got ears, you know. but you should know more'n me.  ain't no better cure for them blues than some good pussy.