Berta - Oh, Zippy.
I can't stand seeing you like this.
Alan - You going to Vegas, too?
Berta - I wish.
You know, I've been where you are.
Alan - What'd you do on the table?
Berta -No... I've been down and out.
I've lost everything, didn't know where my next meal was coming from.
Alan - Really?
Berta - Felt like I was all alone in the world.
No friends.
Nobody who gave a damn whether I lived or died.
Alan - What'd you do?
Berta - Well, first thing I did was pick myself up, dust myself off, and rat out my ex-boyfriend to the Feds.
Alan - You're kidding.
Berta - Got a $2,500 reward from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms.
Took that, and invested it in a pallet of counterfeit Jordache jeans, set up a booth at the Rose Bowl swap meet.
Made a killing.
Alan - Really?
Berta - Took those profits and opened up a little donut shop, across the street from a police station...
Can't miss, right?
Turns out, cops don't like paying for donuts.
Lost my ass.
Had to go to work cleaning toilets for strangers.
Alan - What's the point of this story?
Berta - I just wanted you to know I've had a colorful past.
Good night.
Alan - It was a hell of a story.
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