Alice Deering:
You two were at the opera, I suppose?
Wally Brooks:
Listen, please. It was like this - the track was too fast, he got mud in his eye, he'd probably been ducking under too much of the gay and frisky and the old my dear - the gay and frisky meaning the whiskey and the old my dear meaning the beer - so I figured if I jockeyed home, he could duck into the fields of wheat, meaning the sheets and sorta bury his head on the weeping willow - meaning the pillow - and sleep it off.
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