You've got a cinch.

There'll be cars comin' in from both ways with their tongues hangin' out, outa gas, outa oil, needin' this and needin' that and looking on that garage as a godsend--" "Say, Bill, if I gotta be a godsend I'll go out somewheres and holler myself to death.

Casey's off that godsend stuff for life; you hear me, Bill--" "Glad to hear it, Casey.

If you go down there to Patmos to clean up some money for you 'n' me, you wanta cut out this soft-hearted stuff.

Get the money, see?
Never mind being kind; you can be kind when you've got a stake to be it with.