mmmm.  like a baby.
you really think so? even the curtains?
you were great last night, vince.
be right down, sweetheart! vince checks his appearance in a dresser mirror, straightens his armani suit, brushes his hair, pulls it into a fashionable ponytail. he cuts a stylish figure. noticing an expensive gold lighter on the dresser top, he covertly pockets it.
hurry up! i gotta make breakfast!
hello -- the greco residence.  sure. who may i say is calling.  mr. burt klane? vince, it's for you --
oh no. *
you borrowed from a loan shark to invest in the stock market?
don't you think you're doing this too often?
i'm really disappointed in you -- ratting on your best friend.
you knew?
and you never told me until there was a stranger listening? shit, what about my reputation?
stop -- i'll tell -- he lives at 1622 westridge place -- he's got an office at the corner of highland and hollywood.
i always loved you, al.
it's just i couldn't resist vince. it's those eyes -- he does this thing with his eyes.