Hello, sir, how are you today? I'm doing alright. How about you? Me, I'm terrible. Sorry...

Seedy Guy in Park: Hello, sir, how are you today? Bill Foster: I'm doing alright. How about you? Seedy Guy in Park: Me, I'm terrible. Bill Foster: Sorry to hear that. Seedy Guy in Park: Yeah, I came down from Santa Barbara yesterday and this friend of mine wasn't home like I thought he was gonna be and he owes me some money so I thought I would have some money to get back home with. I'm almost out of gas, I had to sleep in my car last night. I don't suppose you have a couple of bucks you could give me? It would really help me out. If you give me your address, I'll mail it back, honest. Bill Foster: Let me see your driver's license. Seedy Guy in Park: What do you wanna see my driver's license for? Bill Foster: Look, you're from Santa Barbara, it'll have your address on it, won't it? Seedy Guy in Park: I don't have a driver's license. Bill Foster: You drove all the way from Santa Barbara without a license? Seedy Guy in Park: Are you a cop? Bill Foster: Let's see your car registration. Matter of fact, let's see your car. Seedy Guy in Park: All right! Forget it! OK, just forget it! That's a hell of a way to treat a vet, man. Bill Foster: You're an animal doctor? Seedy Guy in Park: No, a vet, a veteran. I was in 'Nam, man. Bill Foster: What were you, a drummer boy? You must've been 10 years old! Seedy Guy in Park: I meant the Gulf, I meant to say the Gulf. Jesus! Come on, all I'm asking for is a little change, I haven't eaten in 3 days. [has been holding a half-eaten sandwich the whole time] Seedy Guy in Park: Well, I mean, except for this. Oh, fuck it! Come on, give me money, man! Just give me some money! Bill Foster: No. Seedy Guy in Park: How about the change in your pocket? I don't care if it's a dime, give it to me. Bill Foster: I'm not giving you any money. Seedy Guy in Park: You got a cigarette? Bill Foster: I don't smoke. Seedy Guy in Park: Oh, come on, man, you gotta give me something. Bill Foster: Why don't you try to get a job? Seedy Guy in Park: Hey, this is my park, I live here! Who the fuck are you, walking through my park, carrying two bags? You got two bags, I don't got any, is that fair? What's in those bags anyway, huh? Give me one of those bags. I could sell those bags and eat for a week with the money. Come on, you got two of them, what do you need two of them for? Bill Foster: You're right. Here. [he gives him his briefcase] Seedy Guy in Park: Are you serious? Bill Foster: [walks away] I don't need it anymore. Seedy Guy in Park: All right! [he opens the briefcase. The only thing inside is a sandwich and an apple. Disappointed, he throws the apple in Foster's direction] Seedy Guy in Park: Son of a bitch!