The key thing here is patience. You see, a lot of young whippersnappers figure this is one of those fly-by-night, seat-of-the-pants, get-rich-quick businesses. Something you just decide to do on a whim.

I hope I don't hurt your feelings when I tell you it's none of those things. It takes years to build a successful tobacco operation, and anyone who figures otherwise can just go for a long walk on a short pier, if you know what I'm saying.

You do know what I'm saying, right?

Oh, for pity's sake. When I say "take a long walk on a short pier," I mean to express contempt. It's very similar to saying "get out of my sight" or "you can leave now." When say any of these things to you, I'm attempting to make it clear that you have exhausted my patience, that I am tired of speaking to you, and that, while I don't exactly wish ill fortune on you, I would not mourn your passing.

Well, sure it's harsh. But I don't say those things to just anyone. I mean, you'd have to really be wasting my time before I'd ever talk that way to you.

And even if I did, I'm sure we could find a way to make up and be friends again. You'd forgive me, wouldn't you?

Please?