OK, I've been here ten seconds, haven't even figured out the cash register yet, and everybody's yelling "Who's the Ponyboy and what's he doin' goin' behind the bar? He got permission for that shit?
And I'm yellin', "Who the hell's in charge here? Harvey? Wilbur? Herby? Harvard?"
And nobody can understand nuthin' cause everybody's yelling!
Not like the time I was walkin' past a barn in West Virginia, and it was so quiet, from up in the hay loft, I could hear...
Gee, sis! You fuck as good as mom does!
Yeah, that's what dad tells me!