You go yourself.

There's no reward, you know. If the wind changes, I'll wake you. What the hell is happening right now? So guess what I want? Name's John. My pleasure. Or fling, whatever, you know? I'll give you one more trial, but I want… Yes, but... They have marvelous brakes,… Make a man sick. Now you write. Works just like you drew it. At the moment, we feel it is more import… Piss off. I can stay here.