— You'll go to heaven!
— I want to go to a bank and cash this cheque.
— I need you to tell Molly what l'm saying, but you have to tell her word for word, all right?
— Yes. He wants me to tell you what he's saying word for word.
— Molly, you're in danger.
— You can't blurt it out like that! Quit moving around — you're making me dizzy. I'll tell her in my own way. Molly, you're in danger, girl.
