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He could drive that Ford in his sleep.

I don’t hold with no old man gallivantin’.

Don’t you fret, Padre. Didn’t I tell you not to get him all worked up?

[This ruffles the good priest who makes to follow. intercepts him and forces him back into the room.]

Well?

Sit down a minute, You been tellin’ Tony what you think. Now I got some tellin’ to do.

Have you, indeed? Well, I don’t see no good

Maybe I don’t see much good, but what the hell!

Young man! That’s the pernicious doctrine of Lacey Fairey.