Assy McGee:
Where's the palace, sweetheart?
Store Worker:
It's in the Little Jamaica neighborhood of Exeter.
Assy McGee:
Oh. I love Little Italy.
Store Worker:
No, this is Little Jamaica.
Assy McGee:
Oh, why don't you just call it Jamaica?
Store Worker:
'Cause it's not Jamaica. It's a neighborhood here in Exeter.
Assy McGee:
Why don't you just call it Exeter?
Store Worker:
It's a neighborhood Exeter.
Assy McGee:
Yeah, right. Why not?
Store Worker:
Why not what?
Assy McGee:
Why not tell me the difference between Jamaica and Little Jamaica?
Store Worker:
Well for one thing, Jamaica's nicer. Ever since we've been overrun by those thugs from the Miami Syndicate --
Assy McGee:
THE MIAMI SYNDICATE?!
Store Worker:
They've been creeping into this neighborhood for the past few months. It's changed everything. Never thought it could get worse, but --
Assy McGee:
Thanks for the tip, sister. A little something for your trouble.
[Assy breaks half of his churro and send it into the tip cup]
