Anyway, fade out, fade in.
Next day on the corner I see Princess. Shakin'.
Like I never saw her before.
She don't know what hit her. That's the look on her face.
She just knows the wino's not there. The look they get on
their face when they give up, I know. I know that look.
I said to myself, "This dog is not gonna last out here." Sure
enough, she didn't, and it wasn't she lacked for food, Tina, the
Greeks fed her, I checked.

Tina:

Yeah, but what kind of food is that for a dog--
grape leaves and baklava?

Brandy:

She just never kicked into that survival mode like you need to--
to survive--like you and me did, Tina--
you either do or you don't.

Here, slow down.

Tina:

Well, don't you ever let'em put me into a body bag, Brandy,
unless you prepared to catch that ambulance, rip that bag open
and lick my face, 'cause I don't have no pet to
look out for me.

Brandy:

Pull over.

Hey, Trudy. Trudy. Run inside Howard Johnson's. get Tina a
chocolate soda,
yourself fried clams. Don't get wet.