My devils chased me out of Paris and I washed up in New Orleans.

I sentenced myself to hard labor shucking oysters.

[to himself] 999,999.

[Adam] And today's the last day of my penance.

One million.

[exhales]

[man] You could give me a raise and we'd be good.

[man] Where the hell you goin'?

Hey!

[train horn blaring]

[indistinct conversation]

[woman] He complained about the eggs.

He said they were staring up at him like the eyes of a dead clown.

He said he knows you from Paris.

He called you "Little Tony."

[knocking on door]

It's your father's hotel. You can let yourself in.

The boudin noir was cooked yesterday.

It was warmed up five hours under a heat lamp.

A little crust had formed around it.