...but I went around the block for you

- This guy, this is going to be my guy.  Fuckin' traffic—hold on buddy, I'm coming.  God, I hate these people!  Hold on, buddy...hang in there...(honk honk) Hey, you hungry?  Hey...hey!  Sorry, how are you?

- What?

- You hungry?

- Are you talking to me?

- Are you hungry, sir? 

- Yea, that's why I'm going to buy a sandwich.

- You will, someday.

- Yea, I sure hope so.

- Here, it's roast chicken.

- What?

- Do you want some food?  It's chicken.

- I understand that.

- It's fresh, and it should still be hot.

- Are you offering me dinner?  That's considerate.

- Here you go.  It's nice and fresh.

- Well...may I ask—Wait, these are your leftovers.  

- Huh, what? 

- There's a fork in there. 

- Cause I'm considerate.

- You were going to throw this away. 

- Well, that's all I have...this time.

- I don't want your leftovers.  You're passing out your leftovers.

- I just thought I could help someone.

- But after you were done eating?

- Hey, I'd take anything if I were hungry and on the street.

- But there's stray bones in there...You think I'm homeless?

- Huh, what?

- You think I'm homeless.  

- But you said you were hungry.

- You said you were passing out chicken dinners.  These are your leftovers.  

- I just meant this one.  I'll have more later.

- I'm sure you will.

- I can buy more—do you want me to buy you a fresh one?

- Don't try to save face now, you already said it was fresh.  

- Well, homeless people need to eat.

- I agree, but they can't chew on bones because then they would be stray dogs.

- Don't be dramatic, there's still some dark meat in there.

- So you left the cartilage on there for the lucky bum?

- So why'd you take it?

- Because I respect generosity.

- So you don't need it but you're—

- Look, I understand you may feel humiliated while you were trying to do some good, but people need their dignity, especially if they're on the street... Not to mention you basically accused me of being a vagrant in my own neighborhood.

- But...but you're clothes—

- What's wrong with my clothes?

- (speeds away) Poor thing, he must have been disorientated.