— Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, she’s given me a special deal. Owes me a favor. A few years back her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out.
— Sorry, you stopped her husband being executed?
— Oh, no, I ensured it.
Baby I have no story to be told,
But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn. Think of me in the depths of your despair.
Making a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared.
