Blood’s runnin’ down my face from where this guy’s just bust me, my nose feels like it’s split in half. Then this dame gets up an’ strolls over to me – I reckon I am not lookin’ quite so good.
She says: ‘Well for cryin’ out loud.’
Is this my big day or is it?
She stands lookin’ at me, sippin’ champagne. ‘So you’re a big “G” man,’ she says. ‘Well, personally, if you hadn’t got a lot comin’ to you I would take a bust at you myself, you lousy, crawlin’, gum-shoein’ dick. Have a drop of liquor, big boy.’ She pours the contents of her glass over my face. It stings like hell, but I’m tellin’ you it was good liquor.