Neal:
Sir?
[runs up to a man getting into a cab]
Neal:
Sir? Sir, excuse me. I know this is your cab, but I'm desperately late for a plane, and I was wondering if I could appeal to your good nature and ask you to let me have it.
New York Lawyer:
I don't have a good nature. Excuse me.
Cab Driver - New York:
[impatiently]
Come on!
Neal:
Can I offer you ten dollars for it?
New York Lawyer:
[scoffs]
Nah.
Neal:
Twenty! I'll give you twenty dollars for it.
New York Lawyer:
I'll take fifty.
Neal:
[hesitates, then starts to take the money out]
All right, all right.
New York Lawyer:
Anyone who'd pay fifty dollars for a cab... would certainly pay seventy-five.
Neal:
Not necessarily...
[pause]
Neal:
All right, seventy-five dollars. You're a thief!
New York Lawyer:
Close. I'm an attorney.
Neal:
[dryly]
Have a happy holiday.
New York Lawyer:
This'll help.
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