A-hyuck! Gorsh!
Commodore Schmidlapp ringing for his tea again.
Wallace! Again?
Meanwhile…
First, we’ll have an orgy. Then we’ll go see Tony Bennett.
It’s not gonna be an orgy! It’s a toga party.
He raped Thrace thrice!
Vere are mates? VERE ARE CHICKS?
as our friends at Chelsea use to call us, the Cuckoo Pigeon sisters.
Feed the birds. Tuppence a bag.
Half a sixpence is better than half a penny, Is better than half a farthing, is better than none.
It’s a token of our eternal love.
It’s not a question of enough, pal. It’s a zero sum game, somebody wins, somebody loses. Money itself isn’t lost or made, it’s simply transferred from one perception to another.
Now, on the matter of motive, we ask you: Why did you conceive, plan and execute this dastardly and scandalous crime?
First I should make something quite clear: I never explain anything.
So, you won’t talk, eh…
We have ways of making men talk.
This is genuine coin of the realm. With a dollar of this, you can buy ten dollars of talk.
Would I lie to a prince of the realm to win twelve pennies?
You lying Terminator bitch! Youre building Skynet.
Do you seriously think I would explain my master stroke to you if there were even the slightest possibility you could affect the outcome? I triggered it 35 minutes ago.