XPenn: You gave him
what? Nash, you idiot, you can't bribe a tete like that. They can't be seen cutting deals with a cop. If you're careful -- No.
No. Look, these people are very touchy, and you've already pissed in the well. It'd be best to forget all -- ... Couldn't say. It's been a few years since I dealt with Sullivan. You could talk to Rat. She ran a -- fine.
Fine. Goodbye, Nash. Rat's gonna kill me.
Hans: A few years? That's good longevity for a Lowtown tete, isn't it?
Penn: Here. Have a cookie. You're smarted than Nash Surey.
Hans: First, that does not deserve a cookie. Second, that's a doughnut. And third, those are
my doughnuts --
Penn: The trouble with Nash is, he's a snob. If he was willing to wheedle and nudge a tete d'rue the way he does his Uptown buddies, he'd do fine. But he isn't. Problem is, nine out of ten tetes are just hormonal, emotionally damaged teenagers with access to heavy weaponry, but that tenth one can really fuck you up. And Nash offers him money. Money! If Sullivan's sort dirties his hands on cop business, it'll be for real currency. Favors and deals. This is valuable ranting, by the way. You should at least pretend you're paying attention.
Hans: ... sorry, I think my brain shut down in terror after you said 'teenagers with heavy weaponry.'
Penn: Ah, yes. The
other problem.