hey, girl, you gonna eat your corn bread?
maybe i oughta eat your corn bread.
how you like your corn bread now, new york?
so it don't exist.
how was your train ride?
i can't wait 'til sunday.
you mean louis armstrong?
hey, ray.
where am i at, man?
it's a mighty long shot, willie. nobody ever made it a week in the hole.
don't look too good.
that boy got a year for jay-walking.
i'm the father.