“You know, don’t you.
That’s one thing about you.
I don’t have to fool you all the time.
And you’re clean.
You’re not greasy.
Frank, do you have any idea what that means?
You’re not greasy.”
“I can kind of imagine.”
“I don’t think so.
No man can know what that means to a woman.
To have to be around somebody that’s greasy and makes you sick at the stomach when he touches you.
I’m not really such a hell cat, Frank.
I just can’t stand it any more.”
“What are you trying to do?
Kid me?”
“Oh, all right.
I’m a hell cat, then.
But I don’t think I would be so bad.
With somebody that wasn’t greasy.”
“Cora, how about you and me going away?”
“I’ve thought about it.
I’ve thought about it a lot.”
“We’ll ditch this Greek and blow.
Just blow.”
“Where to?”
“Anywhere.
What do we care?”
“Anywhere.
Anywhere.
You know where that is?”
“All over. Anywhere we choose.”
“No it’s not.
It’s the hash house.”
“I’m not talking about the hash house.
I’m talking about the road.
It’s fun, Cora.
And nobody knows it better than I do.
I know every twist and turn it’s got.
And I know how to work it, too.
Isn’t that what we want?
Just to be a pair of tramps, like we really are?”
“You were a fine tramp.
You didn’t even have socks.”
“You liked me.”
“I loved you.
I would love you without even a shirt.
I would love you specially without a shirt, so I could feel how nice and hard your shoulders are.”
“Socking railroad detectives developed the muscles.”
“And you’re hard all over.
Big and tall and hard.