— Young man like you, drunk every day at noon. You oughta get yourself a job!
— I have one.
— Oh, Really?
— Yeah, killing the cockroaches in that place of yours.
— Son of a bitch. Kiss my tuchas.
— You can really write. Why do you live like a bum?
— I am a bum. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to write about the sufferings of the upper classes?
— This may be news to you but they suffer too.
— Hey baby, nobody suffers like the poor.
— Why don't you stop drinking? Anybody can be a drunk.
— Anybody can be a non-drunk. It takes a special talent to be a drunk. It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.