Older hippie: “Hey man. That’s my chick!” (He has one arm of the 30-year-old looking runaway and Friday has the other arm.)
Friday: “The only chick you’re going to have is chicken soup in the LA County Jail, mister. You see this girl is a decent, family-loving, daughter of a hard-working father and loving mother who lost her way after scum like you gave her some LSD, acid, or whatever name you punks call it now days. Sure, she’s tripping, she’s loaded, she’s flying around the moon, she’s whacked out, she’s wasted, she’s zombied, she’s mamboed-bomboaded out of her mind thanks to you and your low-life, lazy, flag-burning, pot-smoking hippie scum friends but you can bet on this, commie-pinko, I’m going to be there every time you try and lure one of these kids with your pot and your LSD and your Volkswagen vans and paisley shirts! I’m going to be there and when I catch you I’m going to put you right back in the jail and then I’m going to be there when you get out and get back in your Volkswagen van and put on your puffy little shirt and paisley vest and then I’m going to be there when you stop for gasoline and waffles.”
LOL!