Sam: You’re new around here, so let me tell you hows it gonna be. You pay me protection money . . . I mean life insurance . . . You know for a policy . . . Then nothing bad happens to ya cept maybe da ghosties can’t control dem.
Victoria: Maggie was right, you’re so drunk now that you think you’re some kind of gangster. Whelp here’s two wooden nickels and not a dime more until you can perform an exorcism.
