"Six, seven, eight..." Not much loot tonight. Montparnasse tucks the handkerchieves and pennies back away into his pockets, scowling. Being a thief has become a lot more difficult lately, but there are always other ways of turning a profit.
I'm Thenardier! I haven't got a decent bone in my body. I'll do anything for a fast franc, I lie like a rug, and I probably beat your wife. Some people find my blatant amorality (and pretensions to grandeur) amusing, though.