Scenario: An older man in a fedora has a brief conversation with a tipsy woman who boards and sits next to him.
Him: How you doin’ tonight?
Her: Not so good.
-What’s wrong baby?
-You know, you know, everything just out of control.
-What you mean?
-You hear about these boys? These boys gettin’ killed every day. Twenty of ’em.
-What you talkin’ about?
-These boys on the bus, all of them killed.
-This happen today?
-No! No, long time ago.
-Well, ain’t nothin’ you can do ’bout that.
-I cain’t hardly figure myself out over it.
-You can’t let that get you down, baby. You got to move on.
-I know, but I got so many worries.
-You got to pick your worries.
-Yeah. How you gonna choose, they all over the place like that?
-Listen, why don’t we go get ourselves a beer or somethin’?
-Baby, will you come home with me tonight and keep my company?
-We can talk about that.
-Yeah? Help me out, baby.
-Well, we can talk about it.
-Yeah…
-That sounds very interesting to me, you know?
-Help me out, baby.
-Long as it ain’t gonna be no problem.
-No. No problem.
-That sounds very interesting to me.
Mighty Girl 