He held my hand.

And considering your position, that shouldn't raise any eyebrows.

So, officially, this is hands-off.

For 1 4 hours, he held my hand.

The left hand doesn't know what the right hand's doing. It's all a question of need to know, isn't it?

put my life in his hands too many times in 'Nam...

was about to change hands in Hawaii.... at half that price.

The switch is on the right-hand wall, behind the drapes.

The right-hand man tries to take over. Think about it.

Why do I even bother asking? Okay, by the time I got back, they had raised anchor and run.

I didn't know what I could do to help. Maybe just hold her hand.

Well, neither do I, but I bet you it's cold enough to raise goose bumps on your butt just thinking about it.

This man is responsible for this place, and he's got a dead man on his hands.

and I'd appreciate it if you'd tell your yo-yos to keep their hands off it from now on.