Listen, I’ve got this thing and it’s F-ing golden, see? And I’m not just going to give it up for F-ing nothing. I’m not going to do it.
‘Cause, unless I get something real good, s—, I’ll just send myself, you know what I’m saying?
Well, can I at least have the full head of hair? No?
(OK, I’d probably settle for a Chicago hot dog, to tell you the truth…)
PS – Confidential to ex-Governor Blago: when you do finally get sent away to Marion, IL, we sure could use some updated IDs from the market for Toppy…and you should have plenty of free time to collect them, right?