JOE. What's this fur?
JIM. Ballast.
JOE. Ballast?
JIM. Yes, that road-bed that washes out. [Pause.] Thirty dollars a car.
JOE. What!
JIM. Me an' Dave.
DAVE. Why, Jim, I ain't got no claim on you.
JIM. You pumped the bellows this morning while I burned it.
DAVE. Well—
JIM. And you want a steady job, don't you?