. . . . which doesn't make sense, because my sweetheart detests Bogart in the most definitive and sincere way, albeit only . . . .
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. . . . which doesn't make sense, because my sweetheart detests Bogart in the most definitive and sincere way, albeit only . . . .
...because of a childhood trauma involving fedoras. She does, however, love Ingrid...
...who helped her out of said trauma, with her brilliant imitation of Mr. Bean's voice. Sadly, Ingrid has been twelve.....
years missing, but I don't take cases they don't pay me to take. "So, about this case o' yours." I was was beginning to feel the effects of...
...of the war taking place and...
also the number of fedoras stacked on my head. I must say that the...
mind boggling volume of unidentified furry objects really . . . .
boggled my mind as I went on, "Listen, Ing, heah's the deal...
"No facts, no case. Savvy? I got a business to run here and paying customers are ..."
...given priority over... well, everybody else. Now, if you want to cough up some cash just to chat, well then...
I will have to duck because I know what a bad smoker's cough you have. Other than that, I....
want the facts, see. Just the facts. I can't solve a case without facts and I can't get paid, see, without solving a case. And let me tell you something, sweetheard, you aren't anything but meal ticket to me, see?
As she tuned to face him, the dame. . . .
tripped over the litter of trenchcoats and fedoras all over the floor. "And I thought I was messy" she said "But you, why you just..."
can't even put a hat and coat where it belongs!
The dame had a point, all right. There were enough fedoras and trenchcoats to clothe the French Foreign Legion, but. . . .
what the heck did I care? Indulging myself in a daydream I pictured the dame in a French Foreign Legion outpost surrounded by wisecracking, fedora wearing legionnaires and in the daydream she said....