Raining Stones

 

Jimmy: When you're a worker, it 'rains stones' seven days a week.

Bob: And then it pisses down on me.

Jimmy: Ah, not only on you, Bob; you see, you're walking around with this individual guilt, and this is what they want. It's destroying you. God knows, you know, given half the chance I know you're a grafter.

Bob: It's not done us much good, though, has it?

Jimmy: We never invented the system, son, but it's up to us to change it.