“Little man, think he funny! Little man stealin’ my Pepsi bottle! No way, Little man – you feel me knockin?!”

“Ida, come on. You’re all bunched because you’re out of money. Don’t worry – I’ll get you some green.”

“You best know better than to mess ‘round with Big Ida. Yeah, uh-uh, o.k…. Little man gonna get stomped so bad, he gonna turn to wine!”

“Stop it, Ida. It’s me – Pop Bottle Pete. It’s what I do. I collect bottles for the deposit money. It’s not an easy living. I’m under a lot of pressure.”

“Yeah, pressure alright. Yeah, uh-uh, o.k.! I’m ‘bout to apply pressure to yo’ face by means of my fist, Little Man.”

“Please stop. You know how much I hate it when you get violent. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Awwww, Little Man – Big Ida’s sorry. You got any smokes? Bid Ida really is sorry, hustla. Yeah, uh-uh.“

“Sure, here you go. Smoke up, Big Ida. And while you continue to winge, I’ve got something for you.”

“Pipe up, Little Man!“

“It’s a ring. Will you marry me, Big Ida? I love you.”