JamirLinder

The Driver was a Short Guy.

I didn't want to start an argument.

I figured that anybody hates the movies as much as I do, I'd be a Phony. . . .

After they left, I started getting sorry that I'd only given them ten bucks for their collection.

I was sorry enough anyway, though.

I couldn't stop thinking about those two nuns.

I apologized like a madman, and they were very polite ad nice about it, but it was very embarrassing anyway.

He didn't get sore about it-he never got sore about anything- but I keep thinking about it anyway, when I get very depressed.

I couldn't stand it.

I wish he wasn't there. You didn't know him. If you'd know him, you'd know what I mean.