Half the people on the train were 'yakking' [='yammering'] (away) on their cell phones.
(..) but it was pretty fucking good. Don't you hate that? Hate what? Uncomfortable silences. MIA: Why do we feel it's necessary... to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? I don't know, but it's a good question. That's when you know you've found somebody really special... when you can just (..)1994 Pulp Fiction