XElroy: I dunno what they doin' down here. One of 'em was in the Grill the other day though. He was
rude.
Claude: Why do I always watch the car?
Damon: Because I tell you to.
Denny: Huh! Typical costards (
suits), come down here in they fancy cars an' act like they own the place. C'mon, we show 'em.
Claude: But it's creepy sitting here in the middle of Lowtown by myself. I don't want to end up a news story. ...any luck?
Damon: Hell no. I don't think there's a reasonable goddamn human being at ground level. It's like they
want to only sell to poor people, or something. Who dreamed this contract up, anyway? THe only way they're going to 'revitalize' this hole is if they bulldoze the lot and start over. Including the people.
Claude: Oh, come on. It can't be that bad.
Damon: You know what gets me? Not a goddamn thing in this place has any reason to it. You ask 'why?' and people just look sideways at you. Why did that guy get shot, why don't you get a job, why don't you clean this place up and get a real clientele -- why did a couple of kids drop rocks on our car and then run off giggling --
Claude: Oh, god, did they have guns? Are they coming back?