Independence Day | Dialogue

July 4, 2010

with my friend working the 2:00 pm–10:00 pm shift at the resort’s convenience store.

Walkin’ in a winter wonderland . . .

If I had a gun, I’d kill myself.

If I had my wallet, I’d pay you for this beer. Okay, stepping back out to the car while you take care of these other folks in line.

In your Easter bonnet . . . do all holidays blur together?

Holiday blur.

When Irish eyes are smiling . . . God bless America.

God bless America. Right.

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