“I already came up with one name! Now I have to come up with an alias?”
“Sharp trousers? ‘Ahhh, my pants sliced me again!'”
“I do other things at the Centurion Club.”
“Other things? Is that what it says?”
“Well, no…”
“I only printed a godawful stack of paper.”
“Quieter. My dynamite blows up slightly less loud.”
“Now, do you live in your lair or somewhere else?”
“It sounds like Darryl is living wherever he’s sleeping.”
“The predominant gang in the docks is, unsurprisingly, the Dockers.”
“Do they wear khakis?”
“I could sink a gondola and then repair it.”
“Give me 3/4 of a gondola and a day, and I can repair it.”
“Could pick a fight with the Red Scarves – I mean Sashes.”
“They go around another part of the body.”
“I know!”
“How did we convince them we’re professional?”
“This is really our first job – I just convinced them we were doing good in another part of town.”
“I think we didn’t want to be murder hobos, for once.”
“Well, it’s our cart now. Was it our cart yesterday? Nooo. Is it our cart today? Yes…”