Quit your fancy talk
My husband. You were anxious to talk
to him weren't you?
Sure, only I'm getting over it a
little. If you know what I mean.
There's a speed limit in this state,
Mr. Neff. Forty-five miles an hour.
How fast was I going, officer?
I'd say about ninety.
Suppose you get down off your
motorcycle and give me a ticket.
Suppose I let you off with a warning
Suppose it doesn't take.
Suppose I have to whack you over the
Suppose I bust out crying and put my
head on your shoulder.
Suppose you try putting it on my
That tears it.
This is a lot of lines but...no one talks like that, I love it