keepin' some late hours.
i apologize. i understand your concerns. but you must understand that, unlike a bank, i cannot rely on a late fee as sufficient encouragement to repay one's debts. i am forced to employ the likes of mr. cutless supreme, whom i might add, contributes significantly to my overhead. i am the real loser here. and i am concerned about your sincerity in repaying the twenty- seven thousand, nine hundred forty- two dollar gambling debt that is one week past due. what can you do to reassure me of your good intentions?
look at me. do i have a wife and three kids? do i have a good job at ibm? am i a handsome guy? no, no and no. i loan money at excessively high interest rates to pricks like you who can't control their urges to lose big money playing cards and then i am forced to stay up all night trying to convince them that i have needs, too. the point of which is, i already have a fuckin' miserable life. so don't threaten me you lousy bag of cat shit.
all i'm askin' is that you be responsible. is that unreasonable?
i am proportionally reassured. you purchased yourself an extension.
but we all have problems.
oh shit. you shot him, you fuckin' shot him!