oh lord, won't you buy me a mercedes benz

“Maybe. I don’t know, it was a long time ago, I guess..”

“I really don’t know. I thought it was a joke, I guess. And a pretty boy was offering to buy me something I wanted.”

“It wasn’t hard.”

"Good. I didn’t get your name, I’m sorry.”

"All the time. I sold my soul for a necklace.”

“I just want to sleep forever.”

“It’s called death.”

“I’ve never really been one to beat around the bush with my alcohol.”

“I’ll have vodka. Neat.”

“I’m not too worried about it. I mean, for all I know, the big man downstairs will decide that I shouldn’t exist.”

“Yeah, with everything going on, I think saying people are stressed is a little bit of an understatement.”

“You look like you could use a distraction. Can I buy you a drink?”

"Only if I can buy you one.”

“Never said he was a friend.”

“Right.”

“What about your friend, hm?”

“Touchy, much?”

“I know someone who claims to help out cops, but that’s it.”

“Me either.”

“You know, I’m not sure I can, now that I think of it.”