That ain't nothin',
There's this guy around my way
called Tommy the Pole Hugger.
- Pole Hugger, huh?
- Yeah.

Tommy-- why he hug poles?
The motherfucker be hugging poles.
Shit, he be drunk as hell.
Yeah? Drunk?
I think that motherfucker
get high off of everything.

Every day, 2:00...
Every day at 2:00,
you can't miss him.
Here he come, down the street,
Staggering from pole to pole.
You gotta see him, man,
I'm telling you.

He can't even stand up barely,
but he make it from pole to pole,
all the way until he get home.

He'll get home, though?
That's some-- I'm tellin' you,
Some of the funniest shit
you ever saw.

It's funny as hell.
I don't even know how
he do that shit every day.

But shit...
I guess it's better to be
a drunk than to be a pervert.

Get out my face, Terry.
- Terry.
- Testy.

Get out of my face, Terry.
Get out of my business, Josephine.
You better hope Epstein
don't find out--

No, you better hope
Epstein don't find out.

What, you gonna tell him?
Next time you see me
over there with that girl,

why don't you just
go the other way?

Why don't you just try being
a little more professional,

and you ain't got
to worry about me?

Why don't you just
stay out of my business?

What the fuck was you
really lookin' at?

Uh-oh, what was
she lookin' at?

What you trying to see
a little something, huh?

There ain't much to see, I'm sure.
Oh, my bad, yeah...
Well, maybe you wasn't
looking at me.

Maybe you was looking
at the girl.

Right, right, I was
looking at the girl.

Yeah, I bet you was.
What was that, a confession?
Yeah, you look like
you could go that way.