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Look, we don’t want to hurt you. That’s not what we do. Hey, you hungry?Want some oreos? Steve, give the girl some oreos and milk.Oh, sorry. We don’t have any soy milk. Yeah, no problem. Just sit tight, and I’ll find you an extra blanket, too.—So you found our note.—Watch your language, please, Councilman. This is a business call after all.No need to be so agitated. And besides, there is a child present.—Hey, if you see it that way, fine by me. But what do you think say to ourterms? It’s not too exorbitant, I don’t think. We’ve done the math and youshouldn’t even have to mortgage your house.—Exactly, that is
the point. The point is this: you give us the money, youget your daughter, then we leave, and we’ll never call you again.—Frankly, I don’t care one bit whether or not you like what we do, Mr.Montgomery.God, it’s cold out here. Yeah, thanks. Smoking’s gonna kill you man.Nah, not me. I never buy my own, keeps me alive.No, he’ll come. I’m sure of it.When you’ve been in this business long as I have, you can just tell. You canfeel it before it comes, and you can feel if it’s gonna go bad. It’ll be fine this time.Look, there’s his car now.