Deuce of Trouble

“Hey Daddy, O. Who’s that black lab at the end of the bench? He’s dogging us. Doesn’t seem to care if we know it or not.”
“Cupcake, ain’t nothin’ you can tell me I don’t already know.”

“Then let’s give him the south paw and blow this joint, the music’s dead here.”
“Look baby, chill your chat. I’m about to come apart like a two-bit suitcase.”

“I don’t mean maybe baby. This one’s an ace in the hole.”
“Honey, you know trouble is my line of business. But deal me out. I’m not getting busted over a square from Delaware.”