lumineaux

In that half-awake state between stepping into the shower and actual consciousness arriving in my brain, the following thought occurred to me. What if Dennis Leary wrote film noir?

"When a man's partner is killed, he's supposed to do something about it. It doesn't make any difference what you thought of him. He was your partner and you're supposed to do something about it. And it's supposed to be something other than getting drunk on cheap tequila, stripping naked and dancing on his freshly turned grave, ya know?"

"There are eight million stories in the naked city. Not nearly enough of them involve naked women and dessert toppings."

All of this, of course, imposes on me the moral obligation to quote from real film noir:

1. That wasn't no miss, Vargas. That was just to turn you 'round, so I don't have to shoot you in the back. Unless you'd rather run for it.

2. I don't mind if you don't like my manners, I don't like them myself. They are pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings. I don't mind your ritzing me drinking your lunch out of a bottle. But don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me.

3. Oh, Daddy doesn't mind a little scandal. He's a senator.

4. I hope you're not letting yourself be influenced by the guns these pocket edition desperados are waving around, because I've practiced taking guns from these boys before so we'll have no trouble there.

5. The poor dope - he always wanted a pool. Well, in the end, he got himself a pool.