Stage two is mixing. We take the ingredients and we mix them.

You mongrel!

Turn around now jerk, and I hope you don't mind me calling you jerk.

Jerk!

Talk sense. Where do you hang out?

You know, he got around.

Dicky.

A little business here, a little business there, travel and meditation, that was my life.

You punk!

Those bastards! Where the hell are they?

You're making a disturbance.

The rough house, the rough house.

Aye. And we've no need for mongrels and their radical ideas.

Just some punk.

Hey, would you keep it down over there!

You'll do well in the world, Godless creature.

I don't make deals with bums.

Millions of dollars and no sense. I wonder what she's doing with Jerry.

Like a drugstore cowboy?

Chuen Chuen!

Get lost, you fucking jerk.

Oil does not mix with water.

He was known as bimby among his friends.

What are you doing up there? Get out.

It's all mixed up in her mind.

I grind up the garbage and mix it with water.

Bad company and spirits.

If you wanna surrender, go ahead.

Get in among them.

You're not staying with these jerks.

And he was hanging out with all us younger guys.

The blighters are chasing us. Look.

You want to hang around, you'll be polite.

So that fall I put in with jake.

Uh, no, he's more likely mixing his drinks.

Pickled radish strung together?

It's a mix of fantasy and reality.

Where's the little bastard? Here on the left?

But you simply wouldn't listen!

The cheaper the crook, the gaudier the patter, huh?

I thought you were in a hurry.

How come you married Harris and you?

Well, the shipping cartons are exactly alike.

As if we'd mix with them

Alright, I am a sod here. Now, come on.