The line turned all the way around two corners, then crossed over one street before I saw the last person. Shucks. I walked up to get behind him.
Line's closed. These here folks are the last ones.
But nothing. Line's closed. These here folks are the last ones.
Look, kid, everybody's got a story and everybody knows the rules. The line closes at seven o'clock. How's it fair to these people who been here since five o'clock that you can sleep until - until seven-fifteen, then come busting down here expecting to eat?
You think you got some kind of special rights privilege just 'cause you're skinny and raggedy? Look in the line, there's lots of folks just like you, you ain't the worst.
Supper starts at six P.M., but you see how things is, if you plan on getting fed you better be in line by four. Now get out of here before I get rough with you.