Hammer: May I help you sir?
Rib Joint Customer: How much for an order of ribs?
Hammer: $2.50
Rib Joint Customer: $2.50? How many ribs do I get with that?
Hammer: Ahhh, about five
Rib Joint Customer: Five! [does math on his hand] So I guess that’s about fifty cents a rib, huh?
Hammer: Yeah, about.
Rib Joint Customer: K, lemme get one.
Hammer: Right on. [yells to the cook] One order!
Slammer: One order of ribs.
Rib Joint Customer: No, no. . .no, no. . .one rib.
Hammer: One. Rib.
Rib Joint Customer: I sure am hungry.
Hammer: Uhhhh, make that. . .one. . .rib. To go.
Slammer: One rib?
Hammer: One rib. . . What else?
Rib Joint Customer: You got any soda?
Hammer: One… dollar.
Rib Joint Customer: Aww, come’on now. . .look out for a brotha. . .man. . .come’on. . .Hey check this out, why don’t you let me get a sip for fifteen cents?
Hammer: My cups cost more than fifteen cents!
Rib Joint Customer: Alright, fuck the cup, pour it in my hands for a dime.
Hammer: Look you greasy hair Jheri curl wearin. . .pay me & get the hell out of my store!
Rib Joint Customer: [Takes out change, counts it, then pulls out a huge wad of bills] You got change for a hundred?
Hammer: Look, we’re gonna need orthopedic surgeon to remove my foot from your ass!