Dirk Nowitski says ' hey lebron got change for a dollar? '
And hands him a dollar bill.
Lebron hands him the change and starts to walk away.
Dirk counts the money and it's seventy five cents,
So he yells out,
'Hey Lebron you owe me twenty five cents.'
And Lebron yells back, ' sorry, I don't have a fourth quarter.
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