I gotta hand it to him. He tossed a lot of sand in their eyes,

I noticed you still have pea stone in your driveway.

Sometimes I had the feeling that

We don't gotta know.

Ed, it's Big Dave. I gotta talk to you.

Well, you gotta look at it.

I gotta tell ya, I thought we had it tough, but we had supply.

Doris didn't much feel like going, and I didn't either.

- Uh, is he conscious? - His eyes are open.

All right. No options? We gotta think.

Enough to keep myself feeling okay.

Of course you have to rejuvenate that every couple of years, don't you? When the pea stone thins out?

And you gotta give me something to work with.

Listen, when the annex opens up, you gotta stop by.

Soon as the doctor lets us, we gotta move you.

We just gotta show that, god damn it, they don't know.

No, no, no, you gotta pump it. You can't just hold it down. I mean that'll flood it.

Private eye, if we need to make inquiries, head shrinker, should we go that way.

They gotta put up the big front so that people will trust 'em with their money.

I know. It's meticulous. I know.