So wat's yer name, kid?	Sailor. Sailor O'Connor
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	Why do you want to know my real name? Did my father send ya'll?
Where you from, anyways?	The South. Couldn't you guess? I don't exactly have a New York accent.
Whadd'a yah look like?	I'm stunningly georgous, at least that's what Danny used to tell me. He said the first time he looked into my Irish blue eyes he thought he was drowning in the ocean. He used to run his fingers through my long black hair and wishper sweet things into my ear. *sigh*
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	*Riot shouts* "Her mouth! It's the biggest thing I've ever seen!" *Sailor gives you a sugary sweet smile* The girls say I talk too much. They're just jealous because I've had so many beux. Let's see, there was Jamie and Charles and Patrick and Christopher and a couple of others. But I'd give them all up for you.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	Some lint and a locket. There's no picture or chain but it's still special.
How'd you find 'da place?	Ms. Littlefield. I hadn't a penny to my name and she let me stay for the night. It's such a charming little place I decided to stay.
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	Of course not! I'm a lady. And if pa ever found out about last winter he'd turn me over his knee and...
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	No.
Who's yah best friend?	No one you know.
Got any woyds tah live by?	The handsomer a man is, the better he lies.