Roman:
Uh, can we help you?
Lenny Cole:
You've got an act called "The Quid Lickers".
Roman:
We did, yeah.
Lenny Cole:
Hmm... And there's a singer called "Johnny Quid".
Roman:
There was.
Lenny Cole:
Well, I'd like to see Mr. Quid.
Roman:
I'd like to see him too, but uh that's gonna be a little tricky because according to the papers, the only songs Mr. Quid's gonna be singing are hymns
Lenny Cole:
And I shed a tear. I shed a tear for all those bone-tops that read the papers and believe that shit. But did you see his body? Did you see him smacked-up and cracked-up with his tongue on his chin and his cock in his hand, swinging from the rafters like a real RocknRolla? No, you didn't, did you? And nobody else fucking did either, did they? Because he ain't dead. He's alive, alive-o somewhere selling cockles and mussels and a very important painting that doesn't belong to him.
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