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`` Five a week . '' `` Why -- yes . '' `` Hang your coat and hat behind the sink . '' Before noon , a waste of miscut cards about her , she cut her hand slightly , fumbling at the machine , and cried out . `` For the love of Mike -- you want somebody to kiss it and make it well ? Here 's a quarter for your time . With them butter-fingers , you better get a job greasin ' popcorn . ''