How you doing?

Mind if I use your dishwasher?

Mine's busted.

Uh, yes. 'Cause we're a restaurant.

Great.

Teddy, those are golf balls.

Good eye, Bob.

Good eye.

Why are you washing golf balls?

'Cause they're dirty.

I got them at the bottom of the lake

at the municipal golf course.

I clean them, and then I sell them back to the golfers.

I make a quarter each.

That's about $75 a day.

Wow.

That's sort of impressive.

Well, keep that to yourself.

I'm not exactly on good terms with management at the course

right now. - OK.

Wait, why?

Guys at the pro shop wanted a cut.

But I'm the one risking my life, right?

Diving into a murky lake at night

with nothing but a garden hose for air?

I've said too much.

I can trust you, right, Bob? Right?

I don't gotta worry about you, right?

Teddy, take it--

You're not gonna tell anyone, right?

- (CHUCKLING) Take it easy. - Just keep it to yourself, OK?

I won't tell anybody.

Just-- I know how you get.

They're just golf balls.

Run out of things to talk about, and the next thing,

you're telling everybody that comes into here

about what I got going on.

Teddy, there's no reason to insult me when you're using--

Right? Oh, it's just--

--my dishwasher.

Here, you know what?

Just keep your mouth shut, OK?

Uh, here's a little taste.

Buy something nice for yourself.