Temps1999

Holden:
Good evening. Spare a hundred dollars?

Ally:
Sorry.

Holden:
How about that?

Ally:
What?

Holden:
Give me that.

Ally:
This is for my lunch tomorrow.

Holden:
Give it to me.

Ally:
I said no. It's mine.

Holden:
Give me the dumb lunch, lady!

Ally:
I paid ten bucks for this! [the panhandler grabs the lunch; Ally hangs on; they struggle in a tug-of-war with the brown bag between them. The other passengers move away. Finally Ally yells:] All right! We'll split it!

Holden:
[the panhandler lets up, thinking for a moment, then shrugs] Okay. [They split it, and he walks away. A passenger leans over after a minute]

Peter:
I thought he was going to kill you.