[Riley]

It was some kind of policeman's ball raffle thing that we were supposed to sell. We were expected to be evasive when directly asked if we were cops.
There was also some kind of card game that we were supposed to play while we were on the 'phone. I bailed, went home, had a stiff drink, and took a long, very hot shower.

I just couldn't eat that much s**t. The whole thing was shifty.

[Clemenza]

The closest I came to true desperation was selling knives for the Vector corporation (earn $15 an hour!). Even I wouldn't sink that low!