XSal: It's a damn shame. He seems like a decent enough guy, but the way he packed on those sandwiches you could see he'd been hungry. And a squat --
Ana: You ain't keepin' this one. He eats too much, and I don't trust him not to mess on the carpet.
Sal: I wasn't --
Ana: Wasn't workin' your way around to sayin' we should hire him?
Sal: ...
Ana: Sal, he raced cars. What you gonna do, start up a delivery service just for him?
Sal: Thought maybe some odd jobs --
Ana: You can't hire every goddamn ugly duckling comes limping in here. It's bad business, and I'm sick of dealing with 'em.
Sal: Because Corinne worked out so well.
Ana: We could fire Corinne.
Sal: Lena --
Ana: I ain't talkin' about Lena. She drives me crazy with that eyes-down, beg-for-mercy crap she pulls, but the girl works. But the rest of my crew's a druggie and a twelve-year-old. I ain't adding a metalhead. Let somebody else give him a second chance.
Sal: But what if nobody does? What if he starves?
Ana: Please. Like you won't be passin' food out the back door the minute I look away. Why you can't adopt cats like a normal bleedin' heart is beyond me.