- Can I leave the apple on the counter?  I'm going to be late for the bus.  It's all cut up and ready.

- Why you no wanna take the carriage?

- I don't want Hannah dirtying up the street.  

- Okay.

- Yea, I saw the price of your last ticket.  That's no good—

- It's a shit ticket, that's what it is.  

- But I wouldn't dirty the street, anyhow.

- Well, I told that guy I was running into the store to get a bag for her.  But the bastard said he was already writing it, which is horseshit.  I might need your lawyering skills—I'm going to appeal it.

- You're fighting it?  On what basis?

- I don't know.  I might request the officer furbish the lab results matching it to Hannah.

- You gotta do that pre-trial.  

- Yea—

- And hope he doesn't turn it in.

- He's going to be up hands and knees in documents when I get done with him—pile a heap of paperwork on him.

- Well, don't get distracted.  Do what's in front of you first—your list.

- What?  Shut up, Today.

- Good luck.  I gotta go catch my bus.

- Hey, isn't your next case past deadline?

- Oh, I already got Hamlet a continuance.  I'm meeting with my client during his smoke break to discuss the details of his citation.

- What he do, headbutt someone?

- It looks like it's a pesky smoking ticket.

- Well, go work out your angle.  Don't forget your assignments.

- See you later, crocodile.

- It's alligator, stupid. 

- Hey, knock-knock.

- Who's there—

- Chickenbutt!