I like women. I really like women.

She stared at him dully and said: “I don’t like crooks, and even if I did, I wouldn’t like crooks that are stool-pigeons, and if I liked crooks that are stool-pigeons, I still wouldn’t like you.” She turned to the outer door.

Looks like she's been slapping the kid again.

People always say things like, Oh, well, he was suffering so much that he was better off dying. But that's not true. You're always better off living.

With what dope I got I think it fills me in pretty well.

I haven't any sort of plans for the future but I reckon things will work out in some manner.