Napoleon Solo:
I think you have an address for me?
[Maude hands Solo a piece of paper]
Napoleon Solo:
Gee, I don't want to quibble, but this is an apartment number and address. I'm supposed to get the address of Alexander's hotel?
Maude Waverly:
That's, eh, my address. And once you've committed it to memory, tear it up into small pieces and swallow it.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:12