Tramp. There’s a lot of snow to shovel.
Horace. Lots.
Tramp. But we ain’t got no shovels.
Horace. Worse luck!
Tramp. What are you?
Horace. Nothing. Just a tramp.
Tramp. Same as me. Seen better days?
Horace. Yes.
Tramp. Same as me again. Well, I like the looks of you. You seem a good sort, anyhow.