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Stolen lines

L.: So you're the one who's been sending me those articles from your school newspaper.

W.: I've been doing stuff for a local underground paper, too.

L.: What are you, the star of your school?

W.: They hate me.

L.: Well, you'll meet them all again on their long journey to the middle.



J.: You want an autograph? Write to MGM.

E.: Since when do two-bit hoods and hookers give out autographs?

J.: What'd you say to me?

E.: LAPD. Sit down.



J.: What kind of name is H.?

H.: It's Islamic.

J.: What's it mean?

H.: The H. was Mohammed's flight from Mecca in 632. Brothers in Leavenworth gave me that name.

J.: You were in Leavenworth?

H.: For a time.

J.: What's that mean?

H.: Means when the time came I left.



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