(Telling a friend about some low-lifes who recently visited the bar; conspiratorial) “Okay, so... a couple of days ago two guys came into the bar. I’d never seen either of them before, but I could tell right away something was off. These two - they were all about business. And sure, not everybody comes here for a good time, but they were giving off a bad vibe. Like they were in a hurry, looking over their shoulder the whole time. I kept thinking something was gonna go down any second.”

(Wary about handing over information to a friend that could possibly lead to a violent confrontation) “Hey... you’ve helped me out plenty over the years, Somers. It’s the least I can do. But, uh... are you sure about this? If I give you that address, and you get all excited and go stumbling into some Fortunato kill box...”

(Telling a friend about some low-lifes who recently visited the bar; conspiratorial) “I dug a little deeper. Asked around. Turns out these guys introduced themselves as Evans and Lively. They were trying to recruit a few heavies for a job they had coming up. Looking for guys who were experienced in working with crews. They wanted people who could handle weapons, too.”