Taxi Driver:
Nine pounds twenty, please.
Moony:
You what, mate? I got passed by five black cabs today.
Taxi Driver:
Well it ain't my fault.
Moony:
Just cause I'm black. Ain't it ironic, though? Black cabs don't take black man.
Taxi Driver:
So what's your point?
Moony:
My point is that it becomes a vicious circle.
Taxi Driver:
What does that mean?
Moony:
It means...
[runs away]
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