This guy comes at me, 'Hey can you help me out? I'm starving, man. I'm starving!' I'm like, 'Hey, do you see a chef's hat on my head? What am I supposed to do, whip you up a Rueben on the sidewalk? There's a pigeon a foot away with a loaf of bread. Go bust his balls -- he's a bird; he's doing better than you are.'