Black guy: Excuse me, brotha, may I borrow your phone for two minutes?
Old man: Sure.
Black guy, on phone: Wassup, baby? I’m on the line for the liquor store right now… What the fuck you mean ‘What line’? The line to get into the fuckin’ liquor store! … I said, the fuckin’ line fo’ the fuckin’ liquor store! You fuckin’ retarded? I said the fuckin’– Oh, okay. [Hangs up, handing the phone back] She already got the liquor! –Outside liquor store, Webster Ave