- They were wonderful. Thank you.
- My pleasure. Would you like to start doing business?
- Not at this moment; thank you, though.
- But they were wonderful?
- Yes. My children loved them. I mean, I sold most of—sure, I ate one myself. The customers—
- Oh, no, that's not what I meant. It makes me happy that your children enjoyed them.
- It's our field consultant. He wants us to concentrate on the promotions and recommended items for now.
- Dollars and figures, I understand—it's business.
- Of course.
- (mutters) I'll choke him with my belt...
- But I'm sure we'll try it some other time.
- Look, I didn't want to tell you this, but if you don't buy these cookies from me right now, I'm going to kill myself.
- Oh, come now!
- No, I'll kill myself. I'll do it.
- No!
- I'll run down the street, I'll steal a little girl's bike—push her, for dramtic effect—and ride down to the Holiday Inn and...and I'll jump off before security can—
- You'll push a little girl off her bike?
- Well no, not off her bike. She'll try to kick me in the scuffle, I imagine—short thing, she'll only get my leg—and I'll push her away with one arm while I try to balance the bike with the other. I won't really be looking at her.
- You really believe in your product?
- Of course...for the children.
- Give me a box.
- Ok, but I don't have any left. The last box went towards feeding some bozo merchant's fat kid. Wretched thing, they're raising a bonafide sugar monster. I just came in to cash out this scratcher. I'll bring it by next—hold on, (phone rings)...Benito, my favorite Benny! I'll tell you what I'm going to do, but only because I like you, Benny: I'm going to sell you some cookies at regular price...(walking away)
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