George: Oh boy.
Blind Man: Excuse me, I'm new here, would you mind walking me back to my locker?
George: Oh uh, sure, hang on. [takes the man's hand] Hey, that's the guy.
Blind Man: What guy?
George: The guy that stole my glasses. This time I got 'em!
[George follows the man onto the street, dragging the blind man with him]
George: Would you pick it up a little?
Blind Man: Where the hell are we going?
George: He's getting on a bus. Damn! [to the blind man] Those are nice glasses.
Blind Man: I don't like 'em, they pinch my nose.
George: Is that really?