Sid

Moving cars from one side of the street to the other don't take no more sense than putting on a pair of pants. My question to you is who's putting your pants on?

George

I put my pants on, Sid.

Sid

I don't believe you. If you can put your pants on, you can move those cars.

George

Well I don't want to get into a big dispute about the pants.

Sid

Who's gonna send money to my sister in Virginia? Her little boy needs surgery on his foot. Now he'll be walking around with a limp because you can't park a few cars.