My name's McBride.

Les chiens, c'est des châtiments. What's he doing? We start baking in August. あ と は 原 発 の 2 0 キ ロ 圏 内 に 入… We really must call you a taxi. Keep the change. What are you talking about? Can't you see I'm talking to the lady? They're petty thieves. The Angels. Following a clue. Twenty five years and you're still just… And then, God, what if you didn't write… No one misses my parties. Kill that son of a bitch!