More like this:
(Trucker): Psst. Fella. How you doing?
Wharry: Alright, alright, alright. Where ya from, big guy?
T: Idaho. Haulin' some taters to Florida. So what are you doing in the back of this truck stop?
W: Uh... I got turned around leaving church.
T: You wanna come into my cab? Earn $20 the easy way?
W: $30.
T: $25.
W: Okay, but it's my birthday.
T: I'll give you a present you won't forget.
W: I want $25 for my birthday.
T: I'll give you whatever you want, sausage tits. Just get in here.
W: Let me see the money.
T: Here ya go.
W: No, not that money, the real money. Zip up, you'll get us arrested.
T: You gotta come up here and get in first.
W: No, I've fallen for that before and it still hurts to fart. Not a chance.
T: Here's a five. Truth is, it's all I have.
W: Okay, but you have to give me a birthday present.
T: Oh, I'll give you a present. Come up here and sit on my lap, fatass.
W: Let me see the $5.
T: I only have two dollars.
W: (Sigh). Well..... okay. But I get to climb up on the passenger side and look inside real good first.
T: Nope, you have to put on this blindfold and these handcuffs and climb over me then you can have your $2.
W: This reminds me of when my grandmother got meals on wheels -- she said the drivers were really nice. I'm against meals on wheels because I think it's wasteful.
T: Did you bring a rubber?
W: I found one behind the dumpster, see?
T: It has a hole and some gum on it.
W: I washed it off. Why waste?
T: You gotta get a rubber. Not a used one, either. I'm tired of you lot lizards spreading stuff around.
W: Libtard. I'll go get you one, but you have to pay for it.
T: I'm paying you $2.00 That's all you're getting.
W: But a rubber is $2.50. I'll go in the hole $.50.
(silence)
W: Hang on, I'll go get us one. Don't forget it's my birthday.
T: Hurry up.