#|| tom

J: “Don’t test me, Shelby!” S: “And there it is. The face of a man who’s killed before. And I thought doctors were supposed to save people.”

R: “What yer talking about is murder, Thomas.” T: “Oh? An’ what exactly do we do now, Paddy? We lie an’ cheat an’ murder all the time. Besides, it wouldn’t be either of us who did the deed, we’ll leave that to our pal Jimmy.” R: “I don’t know, Tom.” T: “No ambition? I get it. Why would you want to go home again, anyway?”

C: “Mr Shelby?” T: “Would you look at that? Connor King! To what do I owe the pleasure?” C: “I think you know why I’m here and about whom.” T: “Ah, the bearcat. Well, I’ll tell you what I told all of your private investigators. Didn’t kill her, don’t have her, don’t care.”

“Hello, doll. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before...” “You’re obviously new to Snake Eyes, then.” “Ah! I don’t think you’ve met each other! Tom, this is Violet.” “Shit...you’re Bolton’s girl.” “Nice to meet you, Tom. Oh! And your openers need some work.”