| So wat's yer name, kid? | *tips his hat* Runner Collins |
| You got a nick-name or was 'dat it? | That was it. But my real name's Michael, if yer wonderin' |
| Where you from, anyways? | Right heah. Born an' raised on Long Island. |
| Whadd'a yah look like? | *shrugs* Like me, I guess...blue eyes, brown hair. |
| Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics? | Nah, a few scars but...nothin' anyone'd rememba |
| If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out? | Some change, if I'se lucky |
| How'd you find 'da place? | Like I said, I grew up heah. After Sean...well...I'se lived heah my whole life. |
| You drink, smoke, gamble...� | Yeah, I drink an' gamble sometimes. Don't smoke though. |
| Related tah any'bady�we'd know? | Ya mighta known my brother Sean. But he uh...he's dead now. |
| Who's yah best friend? | Laurie...well, you'd know 'er as Vixen. We'se known each other fer a long time. An' Bottles. |
| Got any woyds tah live by? | Dere ain't nothin' God can't make but an unbreakable heart; so be careful. |