10.27

"I've said too much, too often. It's difficult. People let me talk, most times, when I should be listening. I can see it, the reasoning there. Folks are nervous and clam up. I'm nervous and I spit words like I'm terrified. I'm nervous now, you see, and I can't shut up, so I just keep rattling on. I'm sure it's understandable, I mean, the nervousness. It's commonplace, I'm sure, but I just can't--"

"Shut up!"

"Yes, exactly. I'm really quite--"

"I didn't want the speech, I just wanted your money. Holy Moses."

"No problem. I'm sure it's here somewhere, obviously. There's no use denying that, of course. That would be tedious. I'm sure it happens all the time, folks misplacing their money accidentally, but really just trying to hide where they've put it, but I must reassure I have mine, and I've got it here someplace, and I will find it just as soon as I am able. It's not in that pocket, however. I'll keep looking. It's bound to turn up--"

"You get two more words, or I shoot you. Your two words are yes and no. Do you understand?"

""

"Well?"

""

"Oh, chrissakes."