The elderly white everyman in the 1970s comes to sit on a New York park bench with his last friend. As he sits, he huffs a question at the squat Jewish man who responds in a thick Polish accent...
Did you see that?
No.
That fellow almost ran me over (ran over me).
Damn capitalists.
How do you know he was a capitalist?
Well, what kind of car was it?
I don't know. A big grey job.
Capitalist!
No Jacob, I mean, if it was a small car, would it make the fellow not a capitalist?
But it wasn't a small car.
I don't understand your logic.
Why should you be any different than the rest of America.
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