Pickles. Sour Pickles. I'm gonna look for sour pickles on Delancey ... and Peter Riegert.
Just make sure you have a weapon's all I'm sayin'...
I have poing. That's all I need.
Don't worry. I won't point it at you.
Are you sure? Maybe you should get it. That guy with the accordion (at least I think that's what it is) looks tough.
I could get him if I poinged him.
But I try to poing for good, not evil.
I poing whenever I can, whether it be for good OR evil. Who can pass up a good poing?
Come now, Bethie, I dunno if the poing will work in the rough neighborhoods of NYC.
Let me rephrase that, I'm sure it'll work, as it usually does, but I don't think you should rely on the poing alone to get you out of a potentially dangerous situation.
Do you two share the same brain or something? How the hell could there possibly be two people on this planet who actually know what the hell a poing is?
There are three of us..... at least.
four that i know of
i never rely on it.
i never know when it's going to happen.
but it's there.
in the darkest, weirdest alleys.
if mrs. hamburger isn't afraid of the corners of new york, how could i be?
mmmmmm, don't be afraid of them, just be careful.
I walk small dogs at night in the downtown of a big, not brilliantly safe city. I'm cautious, I'm alert, but I'm out there.
I will try not to argue with any panhandlers.
Well, at least you'll have Frank Apisa to protect you some of the time. I heard he's a real badass. He knows some kind of Karate or Judo and ****.
