“He’s rich.” When people asked how you took them, how you convinced them away from me. “He’s rich,” I’d say. “He’s rich.” And you don’t understand what the word means. They were young. They only knew appetite, and “Here,” you said, “Come with me. Gorge yourselves.” How could I compete with that? You didn’t feed them though, did you? You starved them. Less and less of them came back each time, until one day they were empty. They were syphoned. You started filling them up with... What did you fill them up with, Roderick? What did you have to fill them with? Because you weren’t rich, were you?
I told you a story about someone picking my pocket thirty seconds ago and then you pick someone’s pocket?! That was a priest! Don’t get on my ass about it! All I know is that it’s pretty easy to do here, that’s all I took from what you said.
There are some serious rules that we need to establish, ‘kay? First... listen! Second: BE. ON. TIME. What time is it? 3:30. Club starts at 3:15. Not 3:16... not 3:17.