rent? you hear what he say, mr. bailey?
i own the house. me, giuseppe martini. i own my own house. no more we live like pigs in thisa potter's field. hurry, maria.
oh, thank you, mr. bailey.
goodbye, everybody!
why you drink so much, my friend? please go home, mr. bailey. this is christmas eve.
you get out of here, mr. welch!
never mind the money. you get out of here quick.
you hit my best friend. get out!
he's gone. don't worry. his name is welch. he don't come in to my place no more.
the last time he come in here. you hear that, nick?
oh, no, please, don't go out this way, mr. bailey.
oh, no – you don't feel so good.
please don't go away – please!
i busted the juke-box, too!