- Go away.
- Ah, you spoke to me! You want to make amends.
- Leave me alone.
- Well, it's a start. Look, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. I was projecting, but now, I'm simply sorry I hurt you. Don't hide in here on account of me. I shouldn't have that much influence over you.
- Oh, you don't.
- Maybe not on my own, wise guy. Come on, let's go outside. Let's make something of our lives today—I'll buy you cigarettes.
- I have a pack.
- How'd you get a pack?
- I don't need you to undermine me everytime I ask for one.
- I know; I won't.
- Someone gave it to me.
- Come on, have one with me outside. Let's make something of the day.
- You're not going to make me pass out food to those bums outside are you?
- Yea, but then we'll go someplace and have a nicer lunch than them. We'll get our dessert.
- Well, maybe.
- They'll be girls to look at. And they'll look at you!
- Okay, hold on, I'm coming out.
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