JAMES KING and STEVE are sitting on the steps. A heavy woman, PEACHES, sits slightly above them, and a thin man JOHNNY, stands. He is smoking a blunt
I hear that.
I need to get paid, man. I ain't got nothing between my butt and the ground but a rag.
Naw. Bank money is too serious. The man comes down hard for bank money. You need to find a getover where nobody don’t care—you know what I mean. You cop from somebody with a green card or an illegal and they don’t even report it.
You can't even hardly make it these days. They talking about cutting Social Security, and anything else that makes life a little easy. They might as well bring back slavery times if you ask me.
Banks is where the money is.
If I had a crew, I could get paid. All you need is a crew with some heart and a nose for the cash.