it doesn't take a fucking scientist to tell you that, his voice goes up several octaves as he reads something in the paper, looking over at his breakfast which is frying away nicely, some of those fried potatoes are going to push me towards my day, anyway, that story from back then:
from The Maltese Falcon, for some reason Humphrey Bogart's character (whose partner has been shot, on his way to meet Mary Astor's character), has arranged to meet both Mary Astor and Peter Lorre (going by actors rather than characters), at his appartment. While they are there the police come to the door to speak to Bogart, about his dead partner. Bogart talks to the police outside his appartment, holding them off effectively and just as the police are leaving there is a sound from within the appartment, a slap or a scream spski can't remember which, alerting the police to Lorre and Astor's presence. Bogart on the spot makes up a reason for them being there, Lorre is taken down to the station for questioning.
much later Lorre and Bogart meet again and Lorre says to Bogart (something like):
Frankly Mr Spade, I don't want to be alone with you, as each time i'm alone with you... something happens.
That story you fabricated was ridiculous, i felt distinctly foolish having to repeat it.
spski felt the same about his poor paw, spski being Lorre, his hand in a sling Bogart.
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