Archie Goodwin

— You might be wired for sound, and there's only one way to find out, and I'm not sure you'd enjoy it.
— How do you know I wouldn't?

— Intimate or not, you’ve known this girl for three years. Did she kill that man?
— Yes and no.
— That doesn’t help.
— Yes, chiefly because she asked me to come here, change my story and back hers up.
— I didn’t kill him!
— And the no is a little less direct you see, when a man gets a girl pregnant, her normal reaction is to make him marry her, not kill him. See, the thing she wants most is a father for the baby, and a dead one is no good.
— That’s silly, I’m not pregnant. There’s only one way a girl can get pregnant, and it couldn’t have been that with me because it’s never happened.

— My god, wouldn’t it be wonderful if you just put your arms Around me and told me, "it’s all right, my darling. I’ll take care of everything, leave it to me."
— Oh... It’s all right, my darling, I’ll take care of everything. Leave it to me. Now what?
— Why didn’t I get me a man? I could’ve had a dozen, but no, I had to do it all by myself. And now here I am with a Jaguar and no man. How do you set fire to a car?
— Well, you, uh, pour gasoline all over it, you light a match, Toss it, and jump back real fast. You gotta be careful what you tell the insurance company, Or you might end up in the can.

— I wouldn’t mind that. We’ll go somewhere. See, I know you’re the kind of man I could talk to, you’d understand.
— I have the feeling you could thaw me in about four or five hours, and your voice could thaw a refrigerator, but we don’t have time for that now.