I Like Women. I Really Like Women.

Talking Is Something You Can't Do Judiciously Unless You Keep In Practice.

Most Things In San Francisco Can Be Bought Or Taken.

The Roof Might Fall In; Anything Could Happen.

Samuel Spade's Jaw Was Long And Bony, His Chin A Jutting V Under The More Flexible V Of His Mouth. His Nostrils Curved Back To Make Another, Smaller, V. His Yellow-grey Eyes Were Horizontal. The V Motif Was Picked Up Again By Thickish Brows Rising Outward From Twin Creases Above A Hooked Nose, And His Pale Brown Hair Grew Down--from High Flat Temples--in A Point On His Forehead. He Looked Rather Pleasantly Like A Blond Satan.

She Grinned At Me. 'you Got Types?' 'only You Darling - Lanky Brunettes With Wicked Jaws.