With What Dope I Got I Think

Samuel Spade's Jaw Was Long And Bony, His Chin A Jutting V Under The More Flexible V Of His Mouth. His Nostrils Curved Back To Make Another, Smaller, V. His Yellow-grey Eyes Were Horizontal. The V Motif Was Picked Up Again By Thickish Brows Rising Outward From Twin Creases Above A Hooked Nose, And His Pale Brown Hair Grew Down--from High Flat Temples--in A Point On His Forehead. He Looked Rather Pleasantly Like A Blond Satan.

I Once Knew A Man Who Stole A Ferris Wheel.

I Couldn't Be Fonder Of You If You Were My Own Son. But, Well, If You Lose A Son, Its Possible To Get Another. There's Only One Maltese Falcon.

Nora: "how Do You Feel?" Nick: "terrible. I Must've Gone To Bed Sober.

It's Sometimes Better To Pretend I Don't Hear The Sound Of Somebody In The Nearby Woods With A Shotgun.