Joe's in a bad way; he can't even get out of bed.

The sculptures that Mr. Outterbridge called his “Containment Series” from the late 1960s were reliquarylike boxes hammered from cut and flattened tin cans with charred wood and rusted nails sealed inside but visible behind sheets of glass.

You really think that pissass runt can run the Derby, eh?

He would have sprung upon Captain Blood, who stood aloof, alert, tight-lipped, and watchful.