Rudy, have a seat. There's something I need to tell you. What is it, boss? Businessman of the Year. Armstrong Maynard. I once owned a dog. I'd tell him to "sit" every five minutes, just to show him who's in charge. That's all. You can go. But be back in five minutes. I wish this chair was cushioned.
I went down to the jail to bail out Sadie. But she refused to leave. Why? Seems the old lady's risen to the top of the pecking order already. Everyone seemed to be catering to her. Her cell even had cable TV and flowers with doilies. When I noticed the prison guard had a new tattoo of a begonia under his left eye, I got the heck out of there.