Heavy Traffic1973

Carole:
Listen, Michael. Uh, first thing in the morning, we will take them big-ass drawings of yours up to one of them big cartoon syndicates. You can sell 'em, we'll get some bread, get our clothes out of Angie's house and split for San Francisco. And Shorty can't roll that far.

Michael:
I'm gonna tell you, Carole, I don't wanna sell my cartoons to one of them places. They, uh - they ain't gonna buy that crap anyway. I'm an underground cartoonist. That's - that's where I belong.

Carole:
So why don't you sell your stuff to your underground friends?

Michael:
They don't wanna buy any.

Carole:
Now, why that, Mr. Underground?

Michael:
'Cause, well, uh... [in whisper to Carole] I still jack off.

Carole:
[Laughing] You are cool!

[Both laughing]