I need an ambulance.

I'll be back tomorrow night. And I thought this was a dry boat. Somewhere, somehow. This is Girard, eighth floor, Lorelei bu… I think you two know each other. Are you kidding? It's pretty rough out, isn't it? These bitches must do it damn good, then… You need a rest. Where's the strap? What's awful about Ray's nephew? It's just an old catch. What are you gassing about? So shall we follow the memories. I'm just gonna take a piss, mate.