Chapter Thirteen Page 3
Bennett (thinking): But I would’ve gotten away with it, too, if not for that meddling Cohen!
. . . who seemed like a perfectly pleasant guy the last time I sat down with him in person.
Cohen (flashback): Are you sure you don’t want a bite of this cake? It’s pretty delicious.
Bennett (thinking): But who knows what he’s doing to her right now . . . ?
Dr. Lopez: It’s no use. I can’t get anything out of her. No matter what I do, she isn’t cracking.
Cohen: Don’t worry about it, Lopez. I’ll take another shot at her.
Cybele: Ninety million a hundred and seventy-four thousand three hundred an’ twenty-six bottles of beer on the wall, ninety million a hundred and seventy-four thousand three hundred an’ twenty-six bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around –
Cohen: Is this supposed to be some kind of comment on my drinking habits?