Grab all you can, anytime you can.

They're taking our stock.

Some melancholy burglars give back their loot.

Knocking things over and grabbing things and throwing them away and grabbing again.

She doesn't give anything because you can't take anything from her

It's as if I'd robbed her of something, in a way.

If they saw it, they took it.

I'll need time to save what I can.

There's no playing grabass or fighting in the building.

Confederate bonds.

Why's that, Pa? Well, he's trading at the store, not holding it up.

They're the things that you'd snatch if the house was on fire.

If you're accused of being fast, might as well run. Get the good things first.

Any man playing grabass or fighting in the building spends a night in the box.

I mean, individuals own things that kings would have definitely gone to war to get.

Let's have a real doozy, Suzie.

Things, things. Things that can be bought.

Quick snapshots of things you might see from a speeding motor scooter, and very slow walking through Rome, you might be able to study in more detail some of the wonderful surfaces and whatnot that you come across.

Residents were seen returning to their destroyed homes, picking through waterlogged belongings, trying to salvage anything they could find.

Nothing.

A boy started crying. Sylvie had taken his toy.

Is there something on my face? There is.

The Swede and some girl... checked into an Atlantic City hotel the night of the holdup.

I know a fella that got rolled once on Camden West.

Moish, listen, do me a favor. I wanna look busy.

Nothing to eat, nothing to drink, not even a drop

The areas most affected by pirates and armed robbers continued to be the same areas, i.e., the South China Sea, Strait of Malacca, Indian Ocean, East and West Africa and South America.

Our goods. What about our goods?

I need something... for good.

Just so I could, you know, get me some dofunnies. Hell, somethin'.

Packing, lastminute odds and ends.

Rivals for meat. Rivals for berries.

robbery. How are his manners?

Hey, Angel Eyes.

This is a stickup!

East west

Something?

It?

Two or three thousand people that are crazy with worry... heading out for 700 jobs.

North, South, East, West,

Everything that is ugly and bad is black

Then everything comes in, nothing goes out.

Nothing can. Nothing ever will.

But we don't have anything else. It's already been checked through.

Everything on the great horizon Everything that you can think