On the network first. I'm not gonna say jack shit about you or Pink.

[Jesus fuck, Pink would be great about now. Stupid weasel. He's never around when you actually have a need of him. Sour thoughts, Larry has more faith in Pink than he ever will in Mr. Blonde. That's not to say much, the weasel ratted him out to Blonde when they were trying to figure out which way was fucking up at the rendezvous.

Feels like so long ago. Hell, feels like a whole other world. They're gonna jump right on into it again.]

Keep tabs on you and me, keep an eye open. If it turns out we gotta lay low, then we'll figure something out. The guy can't be everywheres.