“Hey, they’re violating the No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service rule”
“Okay. You tell them.”
Know about Chianti, it’s fava beans that I’ve never seen.
It’s a quality sword and the price is right, but unfortunately, good sir, it doesn’t match my boots.
Sir, I’ve see you use a sword. Maybe you should wear red.
And all this time I thought burgundy was for dinner.
You want to play rough? Okay. Say Hello to my little friend.
Make tracks? Sparky should run so fast that he doesn’t even leave paw prints.
I thought we were supposed to get fifteen minutes.
Apparently the dame did some snooping and figured it out on her own. This can’t be good.
Face it, when you dress like that, you need to carry a weapon around. Especially in the bad areas of town.
Oliver Somuch? Calling Doctor Love.