Assy McGee2006

Sanchez:
Hey, did you read about the, uh, tragedy off in Burlington?

DiLorenzo:
Uh, yeah, I read a newspaper once, uh, something about politics.

Sanchez:
Some kids got themselves killed on one of those rides.

DiLorenzo:
Really?

Sanchez:
Yeah, I think it might be sabotage.

DiLorenzo:
Yeah, well, why parents bring their kids to carnivals in the first place, beyond me.

Sanchez:
I feel like a bad dad for bringing my daughter here, but the doctor says all the bright colors and fun noises are good for her. She's in one of those early-development programs. Hi, Giselle!

DiLorenzo:
Yeah, whatever. I mean, there ain't gonna be none of that crap happening here. These Exeter guys run a freaking first-class operation. We're talking the freaking gold standard here.

Sanchez:
I guess you're right. I used to worry a lot, but since 9/11, I just accept that we can go anytime.

DiLorenzo:
I lost a cousin in 9/11.

Sanchez:
What?! I didn't know that. Ah, man, I'm so sorry.

DiLorenzo:
Yeah, no big. The guy was a bum.

Sanchez:
Oh, what'd he do, tax evasion, wife cheater?

DiLorenzo:
What? No, a bum, like a hobo, you know? He lived in a mailbox on 10th avenue, wore socks on his hands. Killed instantly. Those bastards.

Sanchez:
Nobody remember the lost bums.

DiLorenzo:
To the lost bums. Ah [bleep] I got Slurpee on my new freaking keds.