How fast was I going, officer?
Phyllis: There's a speed limit in this state, Mr.
Neff. 45 miles an hour.
Walter: How fast was I going, officer?
Phyllis: I'd say around 90.
Walter: Suppose you get down off your
motorcycle and give me a ticket.
Phyllis: Suppose I let you off with a warning
this time.
Walter: Suppose it doesn't take.
Phyllis: Suppose I have to whack you over
the knuckles.
Walter: Suppose I bust out crying and put
my head on your shoulder.
Phyllis: Suppose you try putting it on my
husband's shoulder.
Walter: That tears it...
Mar 4th