(..) Come on, Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready! - Ron, where are we actually going? - Don't know. - Hey, Dad. Where are we going? - Haven't the foggiest. Keep up! Arthur! It's about time, son. Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. (..)

(..) Brown floored it. After that, I don't know what went down. It was every man for himself. As far as Mr. Blonde and Mr. Blue are concerned, I ain't got the foggiest... 'cause once I got out, I never looked back. What do you think? What do I think? The cops either caught 'em or killed 'em. (..)

(..) he comes in with a lawyer. Wilson Rogers. Right. And suddenly father Benzevich has a very foggy memory. Can't remember anything. He's useless. So I go back to work. I forget about it. Whatever. Until about a year ago, (..)