I Once Knew A Man

I First Heard Personville Called Poisonville By A Red-haired Mucker Named Hickey Dewey In The Big Ship In Butte. He Also Called His Shirt A Shoit.

He Looked Rather Pleasantly, Like A Blonde Satan.

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

If You Have A Story That Seems Worth Telling, And You Think You Can Tell It Worthily, Then The Thing For You To Do Is To Tell It, Regardless Of Whether It Has To Do With Sex, Sailors Or Mounted Policemen.

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.