Driving Eddie Curry.

Eddie Curry: Davie?
Dave the limo driver: Yes'm.
Eddie Curry: You're my best friend.
Dave the limo driver: No, go on Eddie.
Eddie Curry: No, really, you are... [Takes Davie's hand]
Eddie Curry: You are.
Dave the limo driver: Yes'm. So where am I driving you?
Eddie Curry: To the airport Davie. I gots to go to Orlando for the next game in the finals.
Dave the limo driver: Why do you want to go there Eddie? It looks like it is over. How can they come back now that the Lakers are up two games to none?
Eddie Curry: I knows that Davie. I figure if I show up Orlando will remember me and make a trade to get me on their team. That Howard is just a chump and a lot of PR man.
Dave the limo driver: PR like that broad they just put on the Supreme Court?
Eddie Curry: No you fool, PR like public relations. He ain’t no puertro Rican. I think the skinny bitch on the Lakers is one though. And it ain’t that kind of relations neither. Not the kind where I knocked up my baby’s momma behind the middle school.
Dave the limo driver: That the one that got, got this year?
Eddie Curry: Yeah that the one. Anyway I am balls ass lucky anyways.
Dave the limo driver: How’s that Eddie?
Eddie Curry: Well when I was in Chicago this big mean woman at the hospital kept hitting on me. She worked there or something and was married to some big shot. But he was on the down low and wasn’t giving her a little somethin…somethin and she was looking around and started checking me out cause I was there a lot. I got injured a lot you know.
Dave the limo driver: Yeah Eddie. No shit. Just like in New York.
Eddie Curry: Yeah well I is careful that way now-a-days. I be watching where I put it. Davie?
Dave the limo driver: Yeah Eddie.
Eddie Curry: Touch it Davie. Like you Kung Fu hanging from the closet pole. Com’on see if you can grabs it out my hand grasshopper. Damn my collar is tight.
(Driving Eddie Curry, 2009)