Strictly Speaking, There Are No Real Substitutes

The Problem With Putting Two And Two Together Is That Sometimes You Get Four, And Sometimes You Get Twenty-two.

Listen, Dundy, It's Been A Long Time Since I Burst Into Tears Because A Policeman Didn't Like Me.

He Looked Rather Pleasantly, Like A Blonde Satan.

Brigid: I Haven't Lived A Good Life - I've Been Bad, Worse Than You Could Know. Spade: That's Good, Because If You Actually Were As Innocent As You Pretend To Be, We'd Never Get Anywhere.

Samuel Spade's Jaw Was Long And Bony, His Chin A Jutting V Under The More Flexible V Of His Mouth. His Nostrils Curved Back To Make Another, Smaller, V. His Yellow-grey Eyes Were Horizontal. The V Motif Was Picked Up Again By Thickish Brows Rising Outward From Twin Creases Above A Hooked Nose, And His Pale Brown Hair Grew Down--from High Flat Temples--in A Point On His Forehead. He Looked Rather Pleasantly Like A Blond Satan.