when he was 13 years old he killed a son-of-a-bitch with a claw hammer.
armed robbery.
she was my half-sister. shit, i ain't the son-of-a-bitch who poisoned my own parents.
couple years back, cookie made it clear to greenville.
come on, new york, you can do better than that! get up and show him how they do it in harlem!
hey, ray, you ever been to the cotton club?
'scuse me, you got any batteries on you?
i bet the son of a bitch goes over a hundred and ten.
every bone in my body feel like a big son-of-a-bitch dog got hold of it.
hey, ray, what's the name of that nightclub of yours?
that's it. the boom-boom room. sure would like to see that place when you get it up and running.
hey, ray, looks like trouble!
pretty good story, ray. didn't much care for the ending though.
weatherman says a heat wave's coming. i say neither one of 'em son of bitches gonna last past thursday.
what's going on? are they alive or dead?
i heard camp 12 got themselves a son- of-a-bitch used to pitch for the mud hens.
i'm the father, boss.
hey, fellas, i got chicago.