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"
Well
?
look
,
don
’
t
take
it
hard
,
there
’
s
nothing
personal
about
it
–
but
I
got
to
think
of
the
show
.
We
’
re
replacing
you
with
a
mentalist
team
.
They
do
a
top
reading
act
,
then
she
runs
a
phrenology
and
mitt
camp
while
he
makes
with
the
mad
ball
.
We
need
’
em
?
and
you
know
as
well
as
I
do
you
didn
’
t
have
no
season
’
s
guarantee
.
You
were
just
on
trial
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
agreed
the
magician
.
"
I
knew
it
was
time
to
leave
.
No
hard
feelings
,
Tim
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
m
glad
you
feel
that
way
about
it
.
"
The
talker
hesitated
.
"
Smitty
,
do
you
want
some
advice
?
Just
say
no
if
you
don
’
t
.
"
"
I
would
like
very
much
to
have
your
advice
,
"
the
magician
said
simply
.
"
Okay
,
you
asked
for
it
.
Smitty
,
your
tricks
are
good
.
Hell
,
some
of
’
em
even
got
me
baffled
.
But
clever
tricks
don
’
t
make
a
magician
.
The
trouble
is
you
’
re
not
really
with
it
.
You
behave
like
a
carney
–
you
mind
your
own
business
and
you
never
crab
anybody
else
’
s
act
and
you
’
re
helpful
if
anybody
needs
it
.
But
you
’
re
not
a
carney
.
You
know
why
?
You
don
’
t
have
any
feeling
for
what
makes
a
chump
a
chump
;
you
don
’
t
get
inside
his
mind
.
A
real
magician
can
make
the
marks
open
their
mouths
and
catch
flies
just
by
picking
a
quarter
out
of
the
air
.
That
Thurston
’
s
levitation
you
do
–
I
’
ve
never
seen
it
done
any
more
perfectly
but
the
marks
don
’
t
warm
to
it
.
No
psychology
.
Now
take
me
,
for
example
.
I
can
’
t
even
pick
a
quarter
out
of
the
air
–
hell
,
I
can
barely
use
a
knife
and
fork
without
cutting
my
mouth
.
I
got
no
act
?
except
I
got
the
one
act
that
counts
.
I
know
marks
.
I
know
where
that
streak
of
larceny
is
in
his
heart
,
I
know
just
how
wide
it
is
.
I
know
what
he
hungers
for
,
whether
he
knows
it
or
not
.
That
’
s
showmanship
,
son
,
whether
you
’
re
a
politician
running
for
office
,
a
preacher
pounding
a
pulpit
?
or
a
magician
.
You
find
out
what
the
chumps
want
and
you
can
leave
half
your
props
in
your
trunk
.
"
"
I
’
m
sure
you
’
re
right
.
"
"
I
know
I
am
.
He
wants
sex
and
blood
and
money
.
We
don
’
t
give
him
any
real
blood
–
unless
a
fire
eater
or
a
knife
thrower
makes
a
terrible
mistake
.
We
don
’
t
give
him
money
,
either
;
we
just
encourage
him
to
hope
for
it
while
we
take
away
a
little
.
We
don
’
t
give
him
any
real
sex
.
But
why
do
seven
out
of
ten
of
a
tip
buy
the
blow
-
off
?
To
see
a
nekkid
broad
,
that
’
s
why
–
and
a
chance
to
be
paid
a
double
sawbuck
for
lookin
’
–
when
maybe
they
got
one
just
as
good
or
better
at
home
,
nekkid
anytime
they
like
.
So
he
don
’
t
see
one
and
he
don
’
t
get
paid
–
and
still
we
send
him
out
happy
.
"
What
else
does
a
chump
want
?
Mystery
!
He
wants
to
think
that
the
world
is
a
romantic
place
when
he
knows
damn
well
it
ain
’
t
.
That
’
s
your
job
?
only
you
ain
’
t
learned
how
.
Shucks
,
son
,
even
the
marks
know
that
your
tricks
are
fake
?
only
they
’
d
like
to
believe
they
’
re
real
,
and
it
’
s
up
to
you
to
help
’
em
believe
,
as
long
as
they
’
re
inside
the
show
.
That
’
s
what
you
lack
.
"
