Hello sir. How are you today.

I'm doing alright. How about you?

Me? I'm terrible.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah. I came down from Santa Barbara yesterday and this friend of mine wasn't home like I thought he was going to be and he owes me some money. So, i thought I had some money to get back home with. I'm almost out of gas. I had to sleep in my car last night. I don't suppose you have a couple of bucks you could give me. It would really help me out. If you give me your address I'll mail it back, honest.

Let me see your driver's license.

What do you want to see my driver's license for?

Well, if your from Santa Barbara it would have your address on it. I want it.

I don't have a driver's license.

You mean you drove all the way from Santa Barbara without a license?

Are you a cop?

Let me see your car registration. A matter of fact, let me see your car.

Alright, forget it. Okay, just forget it. That's a hell of a way to treat a "vet", man!

You're an animal doctor?

No. I vet. A veteran. I was in Nam.

What were you, a drummer boy? You must've been 10 years old.

I mean the Gulf, I meant to say the Gulf. Jesus! Come on! All I'm asking for is a little change I haven't eaten in 3 days. [realizing he's eating a sandwich in his hand] I mean...except for this. **** it! Give me some money, man! Just give me some money!

No.

How much change is in your pocket? I don't care if it's a dime. Give it to me.

I'm not giving you any money.

You got a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Oh, you got to give me something.

Why don't you try to get a job?

Hey! This is my park, I live here! Who the **** are you walking through my park carrying two bags?! You got two bags, I don't got any. Is that fair?! What's in those bags? [Foster grips his bag of guns tightly, seemingly intending to kill him] Give me one of those bags. I could sell those bags and eat for a week with the money. You got two of them, why do you need two of them?

You're right. Here. [gives his briefcase to the vagrant]

Are you serious?

I don't need it anymore.

Alright! [opens up the briefcase. Only to discover it only contains a sandwich, two carrotsticks and an apple. The vagrant throws the apple out of disappointment as Foster walks away] Son of a bitch!