[Wolfwood shakes his head, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette (Vash should demand money for all the cleaning he's going to have to do after Wolfwood, honestly).]

Are you kidding? I just gave him shit from the riverbed. There's all kinds of crap in the dirt.

[WHICH SOUNDS. BAD. Until he continues:]

Apparently could afford two packs of cigs on top of this jacket I didn't want.