The next bloody person that asks me- Mr. McGee, that is- to contact their long lost loves? Is going to get their wish. Believe you me, this is not something you really want. Think they nagged you in life? S'worse in death. Tenfold.
Sod it all for a lark. I'm off down the pub- assuming I can find one in this bastard place not contaminated with pink glitter and roses. Happy bloody Valentine's, indeed.
[Zee] First round's mine, 'less you've conned some other sorry bastard into the flowers-and-chocolate buggery.
[Harry Potter kids] Right. Not in the habit of doing this, me. But desperate times Word on the street is, one of you has a recipe for a dreamless sleep serum. Payment's not an issue, but we'd like it on the quick, yeah? Two weeks is pushin' it, even for me.
[Stephen] A strikingly backwards bird seems to think you're worth a mention. Figured I'd break the 'rude git' routine and introduce myself.
John Constantine. I'm an old friend of Zee's. How goes, squire?