Sam:
I got trouble, Mr T.
Mr. T:
What kind, Sam?
Sam:
My brother. They got him in jail again.
Mr. T:
For what?
Sam:
Burglary.
Mr. T:
With a gun?
Sam:
Yes. Fool wouldn't use his head!
Mr. T:
You don't need me, man, you need a bail bondsman.
Sam:
I can't get nobody to go bond for him. You know he ran out one time, Mr T.
Mr. T:
He ran out more than once, Sam, and you know it, don't jive me.
Sam:
Tha-that's why I come to you, Mr T. He wouldn't run out on you.
Mr. T:
He skip on me, I feed him to the dogs.
Sam:
He know that, Mr T.
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