(..) Oh, God. What can I do to help? Nothing. Just tell me what I can do. You can find me... an ocean of cocaine. Look here. What's your game? Well, I assure you there is no game, Mr. Collier. You don't think I know why you're here? (..)
(..) at number Hudson Street at this morning. At that time, he was observed to have in his possession an assorted half dozen stolen bottles of cocaine and paregoric. Paregoric? The man doesn't have enough problems. He suffers from diarrhea, too. Ever since this country's cargo ships (..)