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M A N - O N - T H E - S T R E E T I N T E R V I E W S BY Y.P.R. Q: Hey, man, I bet you can't guess what's in this wrap. A: What? Q: I've got a tasty wrap here from the deli/make-your-own-salad place up the block. I bet you can't guess what's in it. A: Um. Yeah, I'm sorry, pal. I gotta go. Q: Grilled chicken, with peppers and mushrooms and olives! Q: Hey, buddy, I bet you can't guess what's in my wrap. A: Grilled chicken, peppers, mushroom ’n’ olive. Q: Fucking hell, man, that was right on the nose! A: I heard you shout at that guy while he ran away. Q: Oh, well, I bet you can't guess what's in my pocket. A: The wrap is in your pocket. It's hanging halfway out. Q: Sic semper tyranus! [Runs away flapping arms.] Q: Hey, ma'am, I bet you can't guess what's in my wrap. A: I have pepper spray on my keychain. Q: Peppers and...? Q: You sir. You look like a good-natured man. A: I'm all right Q: Wanna guess what's in my wrap? A: How about I push you down a flight of stairs? Q: Hey, mamacita, que es en mi wrappo? A: I'm not Latina, you asshole. Q: Hey, mamma-san, uh, domo arigato. Q: Hey, mister, I bet you can't guess what I've got in this wrap. A: What wrap? Q: This wrap, right he—Oh, shit. Where--? I lost it. Damn it! That Spanish-speaking Chinese girl stole it. She told me she loved me… [Sobs.] Q: Excuse me, Miss, have you seen a Chinese girl eating a mushroom-and-chicken wrap--Ow! Ow! My eyes! Oh, it burns! Oh God! A: I told you I had pepper spray.