“Are you okay?”
“I’m LIVIN ’ ON A PRAYER in here, son. I know it’s the Lord’s will though and I know it’ll be okay.”
“PAPA DON ’T PREACH . I’ll get you out of this. What’s the number of that lawyer?”
“867-5309”
“Got it. I would have taken the rap for you. You didn’t have to turn yourself in and end up here.”
“Hey, I shoulda known better. You can’t get MONEY FOR NOTHING .”
“Well you’re too old to go for a YOUTH GONE WILD defense.”
“And after spending last night in the holding cell, I sure don’t fell LIKE A VIRGIN .”
“Ew, I didn’t need to hear that. Don’t worry though, once the lawyer’s done with this, you’ll be DANCING ON THE CEILING .”
“I’d be satisfied just being a PIANO MAN at the bar.”
“I don’t doubt it, pops.”
“Tell me what happened that night.”
“It was crazy. EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FU FIGHTING .”
“You don’t even know kung fu.”
“Tell me about it”
“No TELL HER ABOUT IT .”
“Who?”
“The lawyer. What’s her number again?”
“Her name’s Jenny. It’s 867-5309.”
“I got it.”