"You see, now I have to see what books this gentleman has to trade. Since I'm helping you after six, I have to help him after six too. We don't trade books after six."
"Thank you. I appreciate your time."
"Let's see...okay, I can offer you twenty-seven bucks for the VHS tapes. I can't take any of your books. Nobody will read them."
"But I drove out here from Berkeley."
"I'm sorry."
"I've been coming here from years. From Berkeley."
"I understand."
"Fine, I'll take the cash. By the way, you're only paying me about a dollar for each tape. You know, I paid twenty to thirty dollars for each one of those."
"We can only sell them for a buck twenty-five. VHS is a dead medium. Everything has gone to DVD."
"Everything has gone all right."
"If you want to sell the tapes, I'll need to see some picture ID."
"Here you go. Just out of curiosity, why do I need to show some ID?"
"In order for us to do business, the San Francisco Police Department requires us to see ID when buying second-hand goods."
"They think people steal books?"
"I guess."
"People don't even read books."