| So wat's yer name, kid? | Backlash Scarpino |
| You got a nick-name or was 'dat it? | That's it. |
| Where you from, anyways? | Pittsburgh, but I don't see how much of a bearing it makes on our lives at this point. |
| Whadd'a yah look like? | 5'3'' I'm short, *whispers* but from what I hear, I'm taller than that Skweeker McCain in the Bronx. Fairly thin with chocolate brown eyes and short, jet black hair. |
| Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics? | Yeah, my father's horse kicked me when I was younger and I have this horseshoe shaped scar on the side of my left thigh. |
| If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out? | Th' usual, cards, a well broken in knife, pack of cigarettes with matches, and a picture of my mother |
| How'd you find 'da place? | Dunno, by accident. But does it matter now? I'm here, ain't I? |
| You drink, smoke, gamble...� | Who doesn't? |
| Related tah any'bady�we'd know? | To the best of my knowledge....no. |
| Who's yah best friend? | Smoky Kilcony |
| Got any woyds tah live by? | Two rules for living "dangerously" A) Don't get caught. (B) There is no B. |