:28:02
T.T. Pipes, brass rocker boxes,
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couple of quartz-eyed
dyed running lights.
:28:09
And a full Farron
you can really get behind.
:28:11
Excuse me.
:28:13
Contoured seat
with a two-foot poor boy cissy bar.
:28:17
Hit it on.
:28:22
And no squawk box, but a telephone.
:28:25
And an AM/FM and an insulated
cocktail bar in the left pocket.
:28:30
To me, Big John,
that's a real motor scooter.
:28:33
What you wanna go
over to Homicide for?
:28:36
- Got the money for it, Zip?
- Not a dime.
:28:40
I'm just dreamin'.
:28:43
Well, see, my dream
don't cost a nickel.
:28:47
All I want is that brown suit
and that Stetson hat...
:28:51
...and four wheels under me
instead of two.
:28:55
And that badge that says "Boy,
you're getting paid to think,
:28:59
not get calluses on your ass
:29:03
You're just hungry to be
one of them glamour boys, ain't you?
:29:07
Yes.
:29:28
Hey, Zipper, what the hell
is that out there?
:29:35
Let's get him, Zip!
:29:39
Okay. Let's round him up!
:29:42
Stay with him, cowboy.