Le. Franco li bqajt inwerzaq ic-cucati sa l-ahhar.

I m sending him a list with details of all the grocer s on the island for his campaign.

I agree with you completely,

knock knock, who s there,?

where s everybody, WHO

Maybe Bondi could emigrate againnnnnnnnnnn

[Daphne – I would see a doctor if I were you, Anna. Your comments, which started out fairly lucid, are beginning to show signs of tripping or the edge of mental stress.]

I’m not one to quote movie scripts, but…

Batman: Then why do you want to kill me?

The Joker: [giggling] I don’t, I don’t want to kill you! What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off mob dealers? No, no, NO! No. You… you… complete me.

Batman: You’re garbage who kills for money.

The Joker: Don’t talk like one of them. You’re not! Even if you’d like to be. To them, you’re just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don’t, they’ll cast you out, like a leper! You see, their morals, their code, it’s a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They’re only as good as the world allows them to be. I’ll show you. When the chips are down, these… these civilized people, they’ll eat each other. See, I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.

A chronic attention-seeker like Franco Debono might still have ammunition left.

He looks like one of those criminals leaving court in a car with the cameramen in hot pursuit… good riddance.