You Don't Pay A Prostitute For Sex,

With What Dope I Got I Think It Fills Me In Pretty Well.

Listen, Dundy, It's Been A Long Time Since I Burst Into Tears Because A Policeman Didn't Like Me.

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

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.

I Once Knew A Man Who Stole A Ferris Wheel.