Byron: You know I don't like back tracking.
Victor: Yeah, we're highly opposed to backtracking.
Xavier 'X': My fault. Look, I'll just bring em out at night next time.
Byron: Bring 'em out at night? No, you ain't gonna just bring 'em out at night next time. What, so the German shepherd and the pit bull puppies could snatch the bag outta there and have empty diapers and cigarette wrappers and Snickers wrappers and Stayfree boxes laid all out in the middle of the street?
Victor: Yeah. Then the neighbors call in down to the plant complainin'. Talkin' about how we didn't do our job correctly.
Byron: And then we get complaints and warnings from our boss.
Victor: Then after the warning comes a demerit., And when you get to three demerits, you know what happens then?... A nigger lose his job! His house! His family! Get kicked out of church 'cause you no longer got money for the collection plate. They want you out. All because you bringin' out the garbage late.
Byron: That's right. And i'm tellin' you straight up, man, if i lose my job, man you're gonna put on a little Evel Knievel suit and sell some dimes and nicks on a Big Wheel. you're gonna get my money some kinda way!
Victor: Yea, Then, 'cause of our rock-hard bodies we developed from liftin' trash
Byron: Right.
Victor: We end up in the alley as prostitutes.
Byron: Righ...
Victor: [looks at Byron] Yeah, that's right! You too!
Byron: I don't know about all that.
Victor: Yeah it could happen. You end up in the alley with the shirt off, sweaty. Sellin'. Not for money! Just for a bite off the man's hamburger.
Byron: The point is we tryin' to make: Don't mess with the Department of Sanitation or you will come up dirty!
