So wat's yer name, kid?	Felony Maguire
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	*rolls eyes* I'se gonna let ya take a guess on dat one...
Where you from, anyways?	*laughs* Like I'se gonna tell a complete stranger wheah I'se from.
Whadd'a yah look like?	Ya ain't too bright, huh? Red hair, green eyes. An' I'm short. But da foist person who points dat out is gonna find demselves lookin' up at me...get da idea?
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	Nah, unless ya call my hair distin'guishin...but ya really don't see it a lot...I like ta wear my hat. Easier ta hide from da bulls dat way.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	A file, two pieces a wire, some cards, cigarettes, matches...jest stuff.
How'd you find 'da place?	Well ya walk down da street, dere's a sign outside da door...not too hard.
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	Ah coise...I get my money from gamblin, among oddah things, an' spend it on drinks an' cigarettes.
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	Nah.
Who's yah best friend?	Don't need one. You can't trust 'em anyways.
Got any woyds tah live by?	The best liars are the ones that tell the truth.