I know plenty of boys who turn over easy money.
Too easy--"
"Then marry me, Marylin, and you'll wear diamonds. In a couple of days,
when this goes through, this deal with the fellows--oh, _honest_ deal,
if that's what you're opening your mouth to ask--I can stand up beside
you with money in my pockets. Twenty bucks to the pastor, just like
that! Then you can pick out another job and I'll hold it down for you.
Bet your life I will--Oh--here, Marylin--this way--quick!"
"Getaway, why did you turn down this street so all of a sudden? This
isn't my way home."
"It's only a block out of the way. Come on! Don't stand gassing."
"You-thought-that-fellow-on-the-corner-of-Dock-Street-might-be-a-plain
-clothes-man!"
"What if I did? Want me to go up and kiss him?"
"Why-should-you-care, Getaway?"
"Don't."
"But--"
"Don't believe in hugging the law, though. It's enough when it hugs
you."
"I want to go home, Getaway."
"Come on. I'll buy some supper. Steak and French frieds and some French
pastry with a cherry on top for your little sweet tooth.
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