I mean, it's her st... It's her family's store, Ed. It's her store.

With a loudmouthed buddy of mine who was seeing a friend of hers from work.

I was with her.

I know it wasn't her.

Her playing, uh, very polite.

Sure, it sound screwy, but even Einstein says the guy's onto something.

You can go see her tomorrow.

Then I could be with her,

I could help her sort through all that without charging her an arm and a leg.

Which I never really minded from her.

No, I'm her... I'm a family friend.

And maybe there I can tell her...

But, I don't know, it made her happy,

Yeah, they brung her down to county jail.

How I'd used Doris, then let her take the fall.

The son of a bitch. The blackmailer.

No, no, no, monsieur. That is what I cannot teach her, huh? I cannot teach her to have the soul.

Why the water comes out of the tap...

the japs had eaten the son of a bitch.

I serve at the indulgence of the goddamn ownership.