— OK... Here's an apple, food. Now, I'd like you washed that man's windshield. Work.
— Hey man. I ain't gonna wash his widnshield for no apple.
— Oh, excuse me. It doesn't say «might work for food», it doesn't say «restricted menues», says «will work for food». This is food. That's work. What's the problem?
— I ain't do'n it, that's all.
— Now, let's be honest. You don't want to work. You just want a hand out, so you can buy booze. And nothing wrong with that. Drinking... that's a great human tradition. And if you'd been straight about it, I'd bought you some Chevas. But by holding up that sign. You made an eymployment agreement. Which I intend to hold you to. Now... There's the apple, you wash that car.
— Fuck you man. I don't want your fucken apple, so I don't gotta wash that fucken car. Here's what I think of your fucken apple.
— Well, now since you've took my food. You gotta wash that car. Wash it.
— Mr. Cody, this is really unimportant.
— Yes it is. This jerk out here lying in writing! I don't tolerate lying from any one! Especially not in writing.