9x-xx-xx 86 Bit Like Jesus

What, uh, boy's mother? Oh, and some more poor, huh, thanks Queenie. What's wrong with you, boy? No, I can't, mate. Oh, you'll get over it. You're dragging that well, back out the sea, should have built up your appetite.

How can you follow this joke at a time like this? Has Mutha been telling you things? Yeah, he's been... Hmm, has the well arrived? Hi. Been and gone. Oh, it'll be back. Not a faking hell, but...

You can't help what must happen. So, is everything all set up at Frank's Place? Yeah, I've turned his bedroom into a hospital room. Is he still doing okay? Oh, better than okay. I can hardly believe they're releasing him already.

Probably can't spare a beer, do you know those health cat-backs? Oh, tell me. But it's more like Frank's is tough, as old boots. It smells like it too sometimes. Hey, can I ask you something?

Depends on what it is. Can you keep a secret? Depends on what it is. Can you or can't you? What do you know about me? No, not. Then I must be pretty good at keeping secrets.

Alright. Meet me at Uno-Wear at Stephen's food. I'll be there. You back here again, Janine? Is this all you do? Just hang out. Yeah. Cue with the sick and hang out. Bit like Jesus. How was your mission, Agent Thompson?

Oh, a bust. I went over to Sadie's. You're bright. I just wanted to apologize, but I didn't get very far. Give her time. Yeah, I guess. You know, I think I could use some fresh air. I'm gonna take a breather.

See you later. What do you have to die, aren't you? I don't have a choice. I don't get it. My death will be for an honorable reason. You act like you don't care. Doesn't mean I'm looking forward to it. But I know something good will come out of it.