Cyrus Baxter:
[Huffily]
Look here, Corcoran, I'm paying you and your staff considerable money and I demand results. I want Miss Douglas here in my office tomorrow morning...
Corcoran:
Mr. Baxter...
Cyrus Baxter:
I'm sick and tired of your whiny excuses...
Corcoran:
But, Mr. Baxter...
Cyrus Baxter:
If you don't find that girl for me, I'll break you like a twig.
Corcoran:
Now just a minute, Mr. Baxter. I resent your tone. I'm a reputable man and I...
Cyrus Baxter:
Stop talking gibberish to me, detective. You couldn't find the Brooklyn Bridge on a clear day with bloodhounds and radar.
Corcoran:
That's no way to talk, Mr. Baxter.
Cyrus Baxter:
I'll talk to you any way I want.
Corcoran:
Not to me, you don't. I don't have to earn my money this way
Cyrus Baxter:
You aren't earning your money anyway.
Corcoran:
Aw, shut up!
Cyrus Baxter:
What!
Corcoran:
I said, shut up!
Cyrus Baxter:
What?
Corcoran:
There's a limit to what I'll take from a fat-faced old weasel like you.
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