My shirts are in the closet, the mud is outside.
You get it on - we’ll talk.
Get what on? Your shirt? It wouldn’t fit me.
Talk? About what?
With an illegal alien, you’d have to watch out for the drug-sniffing dogs because surely his hundred-dollar bills would be tainted with cocaine. Drug trafficking is the only thing I can think of that would put that much money in the hands of an illegal.