Leon: Man, I’m telling ya, that place sucks. You’re lucky you didn’t get caught. I gotta take care of this old guy, Burkes; all he does is go on and on about the war! It’s so stupid! And he’s always sayin’ stuff like ‘When I was your age…I never ran the streets like you’. God, I don’t care what he did when he was my age! It ain’t like he’s been through the crap I have. He messed his leg up pretty bad in the war so I gotta help him walk around. The guy don’t quit! He’ll practically be fallin’ on the ground and he won’t let me take a break…geez. And he’s always tellin’ me how lazy I am! I don’t get it; I’m the one doing the community service, and he’s sittin’ around in bed all day, waiting for me ta walk him around. It’s kinda pathetic; the way he’s always thinkin’ his kids are gonna show up or something and some days he calls me Mikey cause he gets confused and starts talkin’ about some chick named Shirley. I guess she’s his wife or something; he always asks if I miss my mom and crap like that. Then he’ll change moods and start callin’ me a lazy Nazi bastard! The guy’s insane! ‘When I was your age I had to walk 15 miles to school…yadda yadda…’ Man, he’s annoying! He acts like any day he’s just gonna get up and walk outta that home; yeah right, he’s probably gonna croak in a few years anyhow. At least then I won’t be his crutch; I’d like to just drop him and leave him one of these days. I can’t wait to get my hours done with! The cops have been keepin’ a close eye on me ever since the tagging. Maybe after this, they’ll let up, huh? Then I won’t have to deal with them or Burkes’s raggin’ on me all the time and we can get back to work out on the streets. Freakin’ idiot probably say I’m dishonoring his country or some crap like that.

Garrett: That boy…he don’t know what’s good for him. Always out running the streets and getting himself in trouble. It’s disgraceful! Vandalizing property like that; I can’t believe the nerve of kids these days! –No, no! I do not need help. I can walk just fine on my own!- Yeah…what was I saying? OH, that appalling boy! He tells me every time he has to come here that he hopes I die before his service is up! That way if he’s stuck here, he’ll at least have better company. Can you believe that?! The few times he opens up that filthy mouth o’ his is just to say that my leg ain’t getting any better and that I deserved to have had it smashed to bits! Honestly, I don’t know where the manners of these kids are today! Didn’t his mother ever teach him to respect his elders? I suppose not with the way he’s always mouthing off to me. He always wears that hat inside too, never takes it off! It just amazes me how this boy got no etiquette at all. Why, just the other day, he’s helping me to the bathroom - which, by the way, I do NOT need help to do. I don’t know why they assigned some snot-nosed brat to drag me around- and his hand ‘slips’ he says. I go crashing to the floor and I swear I about broke my hip! He just takes off too, like I wasn’t laying there on the floor, not that I needed his help or anything, but it’s the principle of the matter! I wouldn’t trust that boy with a single living thing to take care of; I wouldn’t even trust him with my dentures! I just hope my grandkids don’t come by when he’s around, I wouldn’t want their minds soiled by his filthy mouth and actions!