Yeah, I understand. I used to work the pits, see? - lookin' for the olives.
I was a fine Armenian youth with a finely muscled head...and he came...and he sold me on an easier proposition.
Listen, I was thick in the head, but thin in the wallet. Cheese was all we ate - see?...thin cheese - see? Very thin...thinner than the stuff we carried around in our wallets like money.
But we carried it more carefully because his picture was all over it...you understand what I'm sayin'?
Although that wasn't his signature on the bottom of the cheese...we all knew what he looked like - see? But who could pronounce his name? I mean, no sir!
Now look...I'll walk to the water, but I won't let my horse drink any of that. The boss'll take care of the horses. Let 'em drink cake! Down with the whole scheming middle classs!
They don't have any brains. Well, I guess I don't have to have any brains either - right? Go wrestle around with that one in the dessert - okay?
And say good-bye...so long.
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