Moss: You had a job?
Roy: Girl on fifth.
Moss: Did you and her, hit it off?
Roy: Define, hit it off.
Moss: Did she continue talking to you once you’d fixed her computer?
Roy: No. And while I was working on it, she rested a cup on my back.
Roy: They have no respect for us up there. No respect whatsoever. We’re all just drudgeons to them.
Moss: Yes. If there were such a thing as a drudgeon, that is what we would be to them.
Roy: It’s like they’re pally-wally when there’s a problem with their printer, but once it’s fixed…
Moss: They toss us away like yesterday’s jam.