Frankie: Boy. You wanna talk about some pain? I bought one o' them linoleum knives the other day, you know?Willie: With the double edge?
Frankie: Right.
Willie: Yeah?
Frankie: So, I go home, you know, and I spread my toes apart and I just start sawing, back and forth and back and forth, you know?
Willie: Mm hmm.
Frankie: And I take a little thing o' Tobasco sauce, you know?
Willie: Yeah.
Frankie: And just dump it on there. Talk about a hotfoot, mister! Boy, that was rough.
Willie: Yeah, I know what you mean. You know, the other day, I took one o' them, uh--?
Frankie: Meat thermometers?
Willie: Yeah! And I just shoved it into my ear, you know? As far as it could go, you know? But then I took one o' them, uh--?
Frankie: Ball-peen hammers?
Willie: Right. And just whacked it a few times right in there, you know.
Frankie: Boy, that must smart.
Willie: I know! I HATE when THAT happens.
