GIB: I’m flunking English. I was wondering if maybe you could help me out.
ALISON: Nice swimsuit.
GIB: I flunk English, I’m outta here. Kiss college goodbye. I- I don’t know what I’ll do, I’ll probably go home. Gee, Dad’ll be pissed off. Mom’ll be heartbroken. And if I play my cards right, I get maybe a six-months grace period, and then I gotta get a job. And you know what that means… that’s right, they start me off at the drive-up window and I gradually work my way up from shakes to burgers, and then one day my lucky break comes - the french fry guy dies and they offer me the job! But the day I’m supposed to start, some men come by in a black Lincoln Continental and tell me I can make a quick three hundred just for driving a van back from Mexico! When I get out of jail, I’m thirty-six years old. Living in a flop house. No job, no home, no upward mobility. Very few teeth. And then one day they find me, face down, talking to the gutter, clutching a bottle of paint thinner. And WHY? BECAUSE YOU WOULDN’T HELP ME IN ENGLISH, NO! YOU WERE TOO BUSY TO HELP ME! TOO BUSY TO HELP A DROWNING MAN!
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