And my P.O. thinks I don't have marketable skills.

I never took to needlepoint like I did to, uh, stabbing people.

They're about to get got.

I mean, who hasn't tried to poison someone in Atlantic City, right? I'm right?

Anyone who wants to complain about me using poison should come over to my place for drinks. They'll never whine about it again.

I'm gonna be slinging more poison than my mom after she found out about the life insurance policy.

Have some pruno on the house!

Gotta be slippery in this business.

Slide in, pop-pop , hit Jezebel's up for an overpriced Manhattan to celebrate.

Buckle up kids, it's about to get exciting!

I'm looking forward to see how this plays out.

I need to not put myself in these situations, I feel like that's the problem.