"How do you find this stuff?"
"The stuff's already here… I just find a different way of using it."

Lisa's a good kid. Never thought I'd see anger in her violet eyes... or smell liquor on her breath.

I can see that she's changed since Geneva... she thinks she's all grown-up. I remember being like that after Harry'd left. I had grown a lot… but not 'up'.

Memories of those days are as bitter as the taste of beer. I've had my share of both draughts, and I don't care for either.