"Yes. Well, I can see you have nothing to say."
"That's right. Not a word. I don't want to talk to you again."
"Well, why not?"
"Oh, you know why not. Don't pretend that way. You and your conspiracy and your drugs and all. Yeah. I got nothing to say to you.
"What conspiracy?"
"Oh no. That ain't gonna work on me, pal. I'm onto ya. And I ain't talkin'."
"OK. OK. You don't have to talk."
"Good. 'Cos I don't got nothing to say to you. Or none of your slimy spying friends neither. I don't want to talk to you. Not a word. Not a word. Not a single word."
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