"Say, John, whattya say? Whattya know?"
"I know a lotta things...a lotta things a city light guy like myself should know...sure, I know a lotta about lights, but I know a lot more than that, a heckuva lot more...
A world I’m welcome to
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Lefty Lo Bianco: I dunno, Fingers, this fella DeLong is keepin' me up at night. I get the feeling he's about to blab.
Abel "Fingers" Carnegie: Let 'im blab, I say. Nobody can prove anything. He's just angling for a payoff, which he'll get over my dead body.
Lefty: Maybe we oughta...you know, pay off his account for good, you take my meaning.
Fingers: Nah. He wants to dig his grave, there's plenty a people willing to shove him in. We leave 'im alone and lay low.
Lefty [after some minutes of silence]: Shouldn't that be "lie" low?
Fingers: Close your trap, college boy, and hand me that root beer.
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