“Mailman: [knocks on door].

Mailman: Delivery, got a delivery.

[rings doorbell twice]

Craig Jones: Who is it?

Mailman: Got a delivery. Come on smart blood. Come on I got a delivery, its kind of hot out here buddy.

[Craig opens the door]

Mailman: Come on sparky.

Craig Jones: What's up?!

Mailman: Nice house. I didn't expect you to answer it, but this is a fine place here. What are you, one of those uh, entertainer guys, huh. What do you play sports? What team do you play for?

Craig Jones: I play for the Cucamonga Cracker Killers. You want tickets...

Mailman: [waves his hand] Hey don't want any trouble with you. You don't have to send your posse out here to do a 187 in my ass. Just uh, got a little mail for you to sign.[puts both hands up] Partner!

Craig Jones: What's this?

Mailman: Uh, that's what they call a delinquent property tax notice. I hope the crack killers pay well. Otherwise it's back to the ghetto you go. Uh, take it easy.

[starts singing a tune and walks away]”