“Hey, Daryl. Never thought you’d show your mug around here again.”
“Look, I already apologized. What more do you want from me, Billy Bob? I didn't steal no cars”
“A call now and again might be nice. We're fine by the way. Wife and kids ask about you. Maybe I should tell them their congressman fell into a hole with the rest of the Regressive losers.”
“I knew talking to you was a mistake. Here’s the money from the cars, down to the penny. Tell the kids... tell them I’m in Cuba or wherever you want.”
“Sure. Wherever. Sounds perfect.”
“I’m not in that scene anymore. Haven’t been for a long time. I've not stolen a car for some time, but obviously that doesn't matter.”
“Daryl, wait up... Why didn't you tell me you were a crook up front? I don’t care about the Cars. None of us care about the cars… I... we need to talk.”
“Yeah, I guess we do.”