pleased to meet you, mr. shitface.
you have the right to remain silent.  you have the right to an attorney.  you have the right to go back to ontario for eight-to-ten on a second offense.
some scumbag.
felix, i keep telling them, "i have informants down there, i'm working guys, i can't say who" if you don't have money, give me busts, or they're gonna start wondering about me.
great, lawyers are great, jewish is best. but i need spades, too. the politicians want dark facts to scare the suburbs so they'll vote republican.
you're my man. and afterwards.
i just want money.
here they are. nobody move until we see the green suitcase.
shit! shit! shit! enough of this.
i'm me.
it wasn't my fault.