At a gas station near Eureka, the following exchange between a man in a wheelchair and the attendant:
Wheelchair man: How’s ya health Bill?
Bill the Attendant: Feeling better you know, hanging in there.
Wheelchair man: Yea I hear ya.
Bill the Attendant: Pack of Marlboros?
Wheelchair man: Yap.
Bill the Attendant: Stuff will kill ya…
Wheelchair man: I’m too busy living to be dying.