That’s what you think!
Ever hear of the border patrol on the California line?
Police from Los Angeles—stopped you bastards, turned you back.
Says, if you can’t buy no real estate we don’t want you.
Says, got a driver’s license?
Le’s see it.
Tore it up.
Says you can’t come in without no driver’s license.
It’s a free country.
Well, try to get some freedom to do.
Fella says you’re jus’ as free as you got jack to pay for it.
In California they got high wages.
I got a han’bill here tells about it.
Baloney!
I seen folks comin’ back.
Somebody’s kiddin’ you.
You want that tire or don’t ya?
Got to take it, but, Jesus, mister, it cuts into our money!
We ain’t got much left.
Well, I ain’t no charity.
Take her along.
Got to, I guess.
Let’s look her over.
Open her up, look a’ the casing—you son-of-a-bitch, you said the casing was good.
She’s broke damn near through.
The hell she is.
Well—by George!
How come I didn’ see that?
You did see it, you son-of-a-bitch.
You wanta charge us four bucks for a busted casing.
I’d like to take a sock at you.
Now keep your shirt on.
I didn’ see it, I tell you.
Here—tell ya what I’ll do. I’ll give ya this one for three-fifty.
You’ll take a flying jump at the moon!
We’ll try to make the nex’ town.
Think we can make it on that tire?
Got to.
I’ll go on the rim before I’d give that son-of-a-bitch a dime.
What do ya think a guy in business is?
Like he says, he ain’t in it for his health.
That’s what business is.
What’d you think it was?
Fella’s got—See that sign ’longside the road there?
Service Club.
Luncheon Tuesday, Colmado Hotel?
Welcome, brother.
That’s a Service Club.
Fella had a story.
Went to one of them meetings an’ told the story to all them business men. Says, when I was a kid my ol’ man give me a haltered heifer an’ says take her down an’ git her serviced. An’ the fella says, I done it, an’ ever’ time since then when I hear a business man talkin’ about service, I wonder who’s gettin’ screwed.