There is a bird loose in the restaurant. It landed on the counter, looked at me with dead eyes, and told me the exact time and day I will die. Joy didn’t believe me :(
Money's a— money's a disease, kid! R-rots everyone and everything it touches to the core! Only escape is a self-sustainin' life off the grid where nunna those acronyms in suits can hunt ya down!
[BRIO wishes he had some money.]
He tells me he’s very responsible, anyway. I don’t think he’d lie. He says I’m not responsible enough yet. When I am, I’ll get a raise. I hope I get a raise.
Life is all about being responsible. That’s what Papa Louie always taught me. He knows a lot about being responsible because he owns so many businesses. He doesn’t do work at any of them, but he’s responsible for uh… other reasons, I’m sure.