:19:01
serves your face
:19:03
Take off
:19:09
He's new here, Marv. He didn't know
:19:12
Katie's my kind of joint
:19:17
Nancy's just getting started with her gig, but already the crowd's breathing hard
:19:22
Plenty of nights I've drooled over Nancy
:19:24
shoulder to shoulder with all the other losers like me
:19:28
But that's not what I'm looking for tonight
:19:33
What'll it be, Marv?
:19:34
A shot and a brew, Shellie, and keep it coming
:19:37
Sure, honey. You take it slow now
:19:55
Most people think Marv is crazy
:19:58
He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century
:20:02
He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield, swinging an axe into somebody's face
:20:08
Or in a Roman arena taking a sword to other Gladiators like him
:20:12
They'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then
:20:19
Show's over, dickwad
:20:21
Drink up
:20:21
Now that's one fine-looking coat you're wearing there
:20:27
You're killing days are over, you over-the-hill do-gooder son of a bitch
:20:32
I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad
:20:45
Take it off
:20:46
What?
:20:47
Fine coat like that, and you're bleeding all over it
:20:50
Alright, it's all yours
:20:53
Who was it you loosers who killed Goldie?
:20:56
The guy who did that ... he knew what he was doing