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– Johnny Cash to Black Eyed Peas. (Local radio. Only other place: our office.)

– “Hey, did you see that van, it’s got plaid.” (Waitress we were behind.)

– “Russians love plaid.” (We think Seymour said it. Or maybe it was Cliff.)

– “Oh shit. Wait. I don’t have my license.” (Bill every other day.)

– “We’re really sorry, but it’ll just be another five minutes. We’re not done installing the 37” plasma TV in one of your rooms yet.” (Super 8 manager, Ashville, NC.)

– “I’ll see you in court!” (Ornery Swatch man.)

– “You have ID?” (Bouncer to me at Bele Chere.)

– “C’mon up, it’s a gay party!” (2nd floor cafe balcony dwellers to passersby below, also at Bele Chere.)

– “Can you show me the Rocky?” (Tourist in Philly.)

– Radio coverage of the local potato sack race.

– “She’s not here anymore.” (Pep Boys front desk upon our arrival.)

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