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] Panama Smith
: He's dead. Cop
: Well, who is this guy? Panama Smith
: This is Eddie Bartlett. Cop
: Well, how're you hooked up with him? Panama Smith
: I could never figure it out. Cop
: What was his business? Panama Smith
: He used to be a big shot.
: I think you're a pretty decent guy. I like to talk to decent guys. They're hard to find.
: Things have been pretty tough, haven't they? Eddie Bartlett
: They could be tougher. A guy in the cell with me was talkin' about bumpin' himself off. Until I get around to that, I'm doin' all right.
: I'm sick of watching you try to put out that torch you carry for her with a lot of cheap hooch. Who does the kid look like? Eddie Bartlett
: Like her. Panama Smith
: And they got a nice house. Eddie Bartlett
: Yeah, it's a nice house if you like that kind of a house, but for me, uh, I'll take a hotel anytime. You know that. Panama Smith
: Me too. Ain't it funny how our tastes have always run the same? Ever since the first time we met. I can just picture you living in the suburbs, working in a garden, raising flowers and kids. Wouldn't that be a laugh. Eddie Bartlett
: Yeah, wouldn't I look cute?
: I trust my friends.
] George Halley
: That guys a sucker. I don't trust any of my friends. Panama Smith
: The feeling's mutual, George. They don't trust you either.
[after a shootout in the club, all the patrons run out in a panic and as the bodies are being carried out
] Eddie Bartlett
: Where you going Panama Smith
: I'm looking for some excitement. There's a lull in the action