Joey the Runt and Limp Lenny leave the meeting through a back door. "So, wadda yu think Limp?" says the Runt. "I think you wanna watch yer mouth." Says Limp Lenny, dragging his twisted and disfigured leg along the floor trying to keep up with Joey.
"That new guy really got up my nose. Just 'cause he's been making moves on the Godfather's second cousin's sister-in-law's niece, he thinks he's gonna get treated special like."
"Whadda you say, I can't hear you back there" shouts Joey.
"I says, for you to stop runnin' a head and come back here to give me a hand." Shouts back Lenny. "It aint easy draggin this leg round, specially as I got the bullion stashed in my trousers."
"So where we goin then Limp? Chicago, the Big Apple or maybe even San Francisco. I like San Francisco, the clubs, the booze, the broads and there's always the earthquakes. Sorry, I forgot, you have enough trouble gettin round without the ground movin as well...."
"Shud up, or I'll keep all the bullion myself. We ain't goin to any of dose places. I overheard the Godfather tellin the new guy that if he dus alright in Hick Town then he's to go to Cripple's Bend to do sum business. So that's where we're goin and set up a little welcomin committee. I'm gonna show the Godfather that this new guy is just a two bit punk."
"I've heard'a Cripple's Bend. Isn' it some real miserable place, cold, damp and fulla real strange people. Come to think of it Limp, you're gonna fit in real well there.... Ouch! There's no call to kick me like that, that bullion's hard..."