It's Jack's knife. - Where are we? Kate.

Szwed's body man, lucas, he carries a jack knife.

That was Jack's knife. - I'm sorry. I did not know.

A jack-knifed truck on the westbound side of the 10 is spreading tomatoes everywhere.

Oh... well, a truck jack-knifed, flipped over, spilled stuff everywhere.

Now, I'm in the knife business, Jack.

He pulls down his pants, puts the brush up his bum. . . . . .and then paints portraits in a sort of jack-knifed position.

Should we just leave the knife with Jack and Rebecca? Well, we can't. They won't know what it is when they wake up.