Gagin: She has a dead fish where her heart ought to be.
Gagin: I'm nobody's friend. The man with no place.
Lucky Gagin: [explaining to Pila the absurdly large fruit cocktails they have just been served] Lotta different kinds of fruit, all chopped up. Go ahead, eat it, it's good.
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