They can't help it. You better put on your shoes. An occasional car drives by. I'm going to call the police, so you better get the hell out of here. She steps back out onto the porch and watches as the sirens get closer and closer.
Business is business.
Hector ain't no poor kid. I meant you. I'm waitin' on you, Marty. You are nothing but a fucking cripple. Shut your mouth.