a little more round the chin, boss.
oh, i ain't doing that any more. i'm retired. i'm one of you fellas now -- a newspaper man.
my name is louis peluso.
down western avenue. we were going sixty-five miles an hour. you know what i mean?
i'm telling you!
we run smack into a police patrol. you know what i mean? we broke it in half!
i'm telling you. can you imagine bumping into a load of cops?! they come rollin' out like oranges!
search me! when i come to i was running down thirty-fifth street.
was i? the driver got knocked cold.
what do you mean, i handed her? the patrol wagon was on the wrong side of the street.
i don't think she's talking much.  you know what i mean?
say, me with a gun on my hip and a kidnapped old lady on my hands, i should stick around asking questions from a lot of cops! you know what i mean?
western an' thirty-fourth.
anything you want, boss.
who do you want?
you know me. the shirt off my back.
sure, boss.
i always have both.
all right, judge.
quiet!
i think it's going to work out all right this time.