- Guess they don't like you, Poncho.
- Uh-uh, can't happening.
- You're too abrasive.
- Abrasive, huh?
- You gotta tone it down a bit.
- And say what, drinky drink?
- Hey fuck you, man.
- Yea, that's what I thought.  Last comedy show I go with your ass.
- What?  What'd I do wrong?
- It ain't about you.  When you leave there's a line of people standing outside, they are called performers, that you thank.
- I thought they'd all gather together and understand that I was shy.
- You're shit's all fucked up man.