Buddy:
I'll run with you.
Cal:
[
turns and recognizes Buddy] Music maker... organ grinder.
Buddy:
Hey, I've heard it all tonight... I'd rather not hear any more.
Cal:
You're in over your head, boy.
Buddy:
[
angrily] Look! I said I'd run... now can you get it together, and tell me if you're in or out? I'm ready!
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