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Yes
,
sir
,
’
22
Dodge
.
Best
goddamn
car
Dodge
ever
made
.
Never
wear
out
.
Low
compression
.
High
compression
got
lots
a
sap
for
a
while
,
but
the
metal
ain
’
t
made
that
’
ll
hold
it
for
long
.
Plymouths
,
Rocknes
,
Stars
.
Jesus
,
where
’
d
that
Apperson
come
from
,
the
Ark
?
And
a
Chalmers
and
a
Chandler
—
ain
’
t
made
’
em
for
years
.
We
ain
’
t
sellin
’
carsrolling
junk
.
Goddamn
it
,
I
got
to
get
jalopies
.
I
don
’
t
want
nothing
for
more
’
n
twenty
-
five
,
thirty
bucks
.
Sell
’
em
for
fifty
,
seventy
-
five
.
That
’
s
a
good
profit
.
Christ
,
what
cut
do
you
make
on
a
new
car
?
Get
jalopies
.
I
can
sell
’
em
fast
as
I
get
’
em
.
Nothing
over
two
hundred
fifty
.
Jim
,
corral
that
old
bastard
on
the
sidewalk
.
Don
’
t
know
his
ass
from
a
hole
in
the
ground
.
Try
him
on
that
Apperson
.
Say
,
where
is
that
Apperson
?
Sold
?
If
we
don
’
t
get
some
jalopies
we
got
nothing
to
sell
.
Flags
,
red
and
white
,
white
and
blue
—
all
along
the
curb
.
Used
Cars
.
Good
Used
Cars
.
Today
’
s
bargain
—
up
on
the
platform
.
Never
sell
it
.
Makes
folks
come
in
,
though
.
If
we
sold
that
bargain
at
that
price
we
’
d
hardly
make
a
dime
.
Tell
’
em
it
’
s
jus
’
sold
.
Take
out
that
yard
battery
before
you
make
delivery
.
Put
in
that
dumb
cell
.
Christ
,
what
they
want
for
six
bits
?
Roll
up
your
sleeves
—
pitch
in
.
This
ain
’
t
gonna
last
.
If
I
had
enough
jalopies
I
’
d
retire
in
six
months
.
Listen
,
Jim
,
I
heard
that
Chevvy
’
s
rear
end
.
Sounds
like
bustin
’
bottles
.
Squirt
in
a
couple
quarts
of
sawdust
.
Put
some
in
the
gears
,
too
.
We
got
to
move
that
lemon
for
thirty
-
five
dollars
.
Bastard
cheated
me
on
that
one
.
I
offer
ten
an
’
he
jerks
me
to
fifteen
,
an
’
then
the
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
took
the
tools
out
.
God
Almighty
!
I
wisht
I
had
five
hundred
jalopies
.
This
ain
’
t
gonna
last
.
He
don
’
t
like
the
tires
?
Tell
’
im
they
got
ten
thousand
in
’
em
,
knock
off
a
buck
an
’
a
half
.
Piles
of
rusty
ruins
against
the
fence
,
rows
of
wrecks
in
back
,
fenders
,
grease
-
black
wrecks
,
blocks
lying
on
the
ground
and
a
pig
weed
growing
up
through
the
cylinders
.
Brake
rods
,
exhausts
,
piled
like
snakes
.
Grease
,
gasoline
.
See
if
you
can
find
a
spark
plug
that
ain
’
t
cracked
.
Christ
,
if
I
had
fifty
trailers
at
under
a
hundred
I
’
d
clean
up
.
What
the
hell
is
he
kickin
’
about
?
We
sell
’
em
,
but
we
don
’
t
push
’
em
home
for
him
.
That
’
s
good
.
Don
’
t
push
’
em
home
.
Get
that
one
in
the
Monthly
,
I
bet
.
You
don
’
t
think
he
’
s
a
prospect
?
Well
,
kick
’
im
out
.
We
got
too
much
to
do
to
bother
with
a
guy
that
can
’
t
make
up
his
mind
.
Take
the
right
front
tire
off
the
Graham
.
Turn
that
mended
side
down
.
The
rest
looks
swell
.
Got
tread
an
’
everything
.
Sure
!
There
’
s
fifty
thousan
’
in
that
ol
’
heap
yet
.
Keep
plenty
oil
in
.
So
long
.
Good
luck
.
Lookin
’
for
a
car
?
What
did
you
have
in
mind
?
See
anything
attracts
you
?
I
’
m
dry
.
How
about
a
little
snort
a
good
stuff
?
Come
on
,
while
your
wife
’
s
lookin
’
at
that
La
Salle
.
You
don
’
t
want
no
La
Salle
.
Bearings
shot
.
Uses
too
much
oil
.
Got
a
Lincoln
’
24
.
There
’
s
a
car
.
Run
forever
.
Make
her
into
a
truck
.
