He took a pair of scissors, regular scissors, with which beautiful dresses are made, and cut his beard.

Go on, go on, go on.

They are all holding books.

Take his toys.

That's why they only give me seven years.

Get his shirt.

He took a pencil in his hand.

Here. Give it to him, child.

Here, put them on.

He also wore fine armor and carried an iron club!

Here, lady. Take this quick.

He had a book in his hand.

Then, take his keys, open his trunk and burn the papers.

He figured the cops was following him.

You take this and you show it to someone if you lose your way.

And he takes this one.

Let me handle this. Here he comes.

I seen him runnin' for his heap and nobody was between him and it.

Did I put one over on him.

Yeah. Holding his own, too.

You just hold that chain, Joker.

She happened to have the gun, and it was pointing at him, the bullet went in him, and he died.

We was drunk, he got a knife in me and I laid him out with a shovel.

Only with the crutches it makes it much better, doesn't it?

He started hitting me and jabbing a gun into me.

Be subtle.

No use yelling at him. I'll bring them.

He has a huge fortune

And then a big truck came along and killed them all except one and he was a bandit,so I took my gun and shot him,all by myself

I gave him an argument. He pulled a gun on me.

Get some practice in. Here he is. Nearly got lost once.

And, finally, one day you hear a spoon rattling in his mouth.

He would hold on to the receiver and expect me to dial a number for him.

I won't get hit. Hold this.

Hold this.

Yes. Hold on.

That's easy too. Here...

Here.

Hold this.

Here it is!

Here, hold this.

Please.

Here, take it.

Here. Hold it.

Now, come.