"What was that line.... 'Our tune'?" he asked.
"I just been talking sense to your friend," Ween rumbled. "Only he can't count the fingers in front of his eyes."
"I'm in no condition to sign with anybody," Cooper pleaded. "Don't be mad, Tooky. Let it go at that."
"I ain't mad, boy, but you need handling. It's handling that makes the difference between a property and a non-property."
"I don't want to be property. I don't want any part of this crazy hassle. Now leave me alone, will you Tooky? I'm wrung out."
"I'm trying to do this so nobody hollers for a lawyer letter," Ween said. "If your friend—"
"His name is Cooper. Sam Cooper."
"If your friend'll let me do some good for him, then it's all in the family and no hard feelings."
"What's in the family?"
"Our tune."