i hate the dry cleaning business. i hate being inside all day, around all those machines.
you have no idea how hot it is.
i don't know of any.
i trust you, chili. i think you're a decent type of man, even if you are a crook.
i wish he really was dead, the son of a bitch.
maybe once or twice.
oh, nothing really? this and that.
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ray bones is looking for you. he's got some kinda bug up his ass, can't sit still.
i show a 'dem bones barbecue' in dade county, but that's all.
a tommy carlo called. he said to tell you that a mr. barboni was on his way to los angeles and that you should . . . . . . get the fuck out of there.
what is this in regard to?
who's speaking please?
are you the same anonymous asshole called the other day?