Gang Member #1: Whatcha doin', Mister?
Bill Foster: Nothing.
Gang Member #1: Yes, you are, you're trespassing on private property.
Bill Foster: Trespassing?
Gang Member #2: You're loitering too, man.
Gang Member #1: That's right, you're loitering too.
Bill Foster: I didn't see any signs.
Gang Member #1: [pointing at a piece of graffiti] Whatcha call that?
Bill Foster: Graffiti?
Gang Member #1: No, man. That's not fucking graffiti, that's a sign.
Gang Member #2: He can't read it, man.
Gang Member #1: I'll read it for you. It says this is fucking private property. No fucking trespassing. This means fucking you.
Bill Foster: It says all that?
Gang Member #1: Yeah!
Bill Foster: Well, maybe if you wrote it in fucking English, I could fucking understand it.
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