Another Fine Mess

'Hey Jake, c'mon, I'm dyin'

a hunger here. Watch ya got?'

'Got soup! Lentil, don't look

too appetisin' though.'

'Whatcha want for it, Jake?

A dollar? Two? Maybe my

ticket for the Shiksa Club?'

'I'm married ya asshole 'n'

so are you, Mr Jerkoff, right?'

'My guts know my gullet's

slit. Is it Momma's soup?

Did ya go over Saturday?'

'Yeah, Pop asked where ya wuz,

momma, well, watcha spect, huh?

Do ya still got it, Easy?'

'Course I got it, Jake. But hey-

who's gonna win with those odds?

Why'd the old man give me the

damn' ticket? State Lottery?

-Thahellwithit, I tell ya!'

'I'll give ya the soup for the

ticket, Easy. Let's go for a few

at Silverstein's tonite.

Gonna watch the draw with me, brother?'