Dealer takes one.

So, you're a book dealer.

Three. Dealer takes one.

Or a blackjack dealer?

Name's Joe Friar.

Terrorists, arms dealers, drug lords.

The dealer wants to sell a car.

Follow me.

The only safe way to get rid of the car is to sell it to a dealer.

Mrs. Hall saying his dog didn't have no business to bite her guests there was

Here's another puzzle for all of you.

Oh, you rember that drug dealer who had the bag taped over his head?

You want to buy a car stereo.

I bet our deadbook dealer knew.

Whereas a broken headlight, one call to the broker and it's dealt with.

I am the dealer, Leronira.

Junk bond dealers left the market riding on a pillow of air.

The general manager of this dealership was found dead by an employee.

I just got word, from a contact of mine called skinny pete, that a gold dealer out in I.a. Has been buying those bricks.

Now, 95 percent of the guys that I was locked up with had been drug dealers on the outside, but when they talked about what they did, they talked about it in a different jargon, but the business concepts that they talked about weren't unlike those that you'd learn in a first year MBA class at Wharton promotional incentives, you never charge a first time user, focus grouping new product launches, territorial expansion.

Because what I know about you, highschool teacher turned drug dealer, with a brotherinlaw in the DEA that would make one hell of a story.

Now, let's imagine instead you wanted to buy a car that had a stereo, and the dealer near your house had it for 31,000.

I will get uptown gurus, downtown teachers, broke ass artists and dealers, and Filipino preachers, leaf blowers, bartenders, boob job doctors, hooligans, garbage men, your local Congressmen in the spotlight, guys in the overhead helicopters.

Yeah, I guess he'll just go to some other dealers and suppliers and that's all we need, is 10 South Americans chasing us for the rest of our lives.

See, he was mad at me.

Easy, easy. Easy! Easy!

We'll just put them over your ears.

Your hand.

When the teacher called on me all of a sudden I got confused and kept stumbling as I spoke.

Oh Ha Ni is out looking for trouble again.

Help me find the bathroom.

Katie, just calm down. Go back to the apartment.

This means you can reuse them freely for a textbook, for an applicaiton, for a research project, for anything!

All right, now.

You shut up now.

Go back to bed.

She was on the floor.

Don't wait for me.

More than you'll let anyone see.

Tell Mom he's here. Tell her to come.

What's bothering you?

You're sitting in the chair, you're trying to stay calm, and you got them things hanging in your face...

Lie down and make yourself comfortable.

Come on in and make yourself at home.

I was pretty confident that I could create such a sensor, but I wasn't quite sure how.