Beg to differ. Beef is the worst. Love me the strip steak, but ya' gotta plan ahead for a trip to Lone Star. Make arrangements to be alone within the hour after the meal.
- I need Malcolm. You're too Martin. Know what they did to him, they killed him. . .
- Didn't they kill Malcolm too?
- No, no, no, they say that. But ain't nobody seen the body since the funeral.
- That's how funerals work.