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Ten blocks to nowhere
Y.: Seventh Street, please.
C.: Yep.
Y.: Thank you.
C.: You got money? Seventh's a long way off.
Y.: It's just, like, ten blocks!
C.: I take no chances.
Y.: (sighs) Yes. I have money.
C.: Good. Let's go, then.
Y.:
C.:
Y.: Oh my God.
C.:
Y.: There's a rat back here.
C.: Oh, no, ma'am. That's W. He's a gopher.
Y.: You have a gopher in your cab?
C.: Yes, ma'am.
Y.: Why?
C.: Keeps me company. See... (laughs) ...see, he likes to hang out under my seat and chew on the back of my sneakers. Gives me a tickle.
Y.: I don't see why that's -- (screams)
C.: What? Whatsamatter?
Y.: It's on me! Get it off!
C.: (laughs) Hey, look, W.'s just introducin' hisself.
Y.: (faints)
C.: Well, shoot.
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