Talking Tracey: She'll kill your brother and play you for a sap!

Talking Tracey, Femme Fatale

"Hello, how are you today? My name is Tracey."

"Listen Doll. If you’ve got some jawing to do, I need you to lay it out right now. The cops are on their way and we’ve gotta get your story straight while there’s still time."

"My name is Talking Tracey! I want to be your friend."

"Before we can be friends, I’ve got some questions for you, Sugar. Are you ready to talk?"

"I can talk on the telephone. I’m a big girl!"

"Why'd you call me on the telephone this morning, when yesterday you were mum? I asked about Rocco and you knew nuthin. I asked about the gunshots and you knew nuthin. So how come today you're ready to talk?"

"My name is Talking Tracey! I can say 7 different phrases!"

"Ok Sugar. That's how its going to be is it? Your lips are sealed? That's all fine and dandy sweetheart, but right now I want to know about that stiff lying on your living room floor. You know the one doing the backstroke in that pool of warm blood?!"

"Do you want to play a game? I can play 3 different games."

"That's all you've been doing with me doll—playing games. Well I can call a spade a spade. I think you’ve got blood on your hands, and you're playing me for a sap!"

"My name is Talking Tracey! I want to be your friend."

"I’m not going to take the fall for you! Not this time!"

"Let's play patty cake!"

"Oh, I can't resist!. Kiss me you foolish, foolish little girl!"

- by Travis Daub