Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: [looking at the carpet] How'd you get it clean so fast, Bernie?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: The rug. I understand blood's very hard to get out, isn't it?
Dagget: I don't know what you're talking about.
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, Bernie. I'll tell you what I'm talking about. I'm talking about a guy who had a pretty nice thing going for him; plenty of dough, plenty of action. Only he wasn't happy - because he had a partner. That meant he couldn't be number one, and being number one was very important to him. So he offered to buy the partner out, and when the partner refused to sell, - he killed him.
[looking at the carpet]
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Right there. You know, you'd never know. It was a slick job.
Chips: [after finding Nathan with the dead man's shoes] Oh, my dear Nathan, you really *are* smashed, aren't you?
Narrator: [opening narration] Nathan Edward Bledsoe, of the Bowery Bledsoes, - a man once, a spectre now. One of those myriad modern-day ghosts that haunt the reeking nights of the city in search of a flop, a handout, a glass of forgetfulness. Nate doesn't know it, but his search is about to end, because those shiny new shoes are going to carry him right into the capital - of The Twilight Zone.
Wilma: Well, what'll it be?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: What'll it be? What do I always have?
Wilma: I don't know what you always have, mister, I really don't.
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Try tequila - with a cube of sugar.
Wilma: You know, Dane's coming back, and if you knew what was good for you...
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Oh, I know what's good for me. You.
Maitre d': Yes, sir, what will it be?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Tequila with a cube of sugar.
Maitre d': [believes he's staring at Dagget's girlfriend] You like to live dangerously, do you?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Am I?
Maitre d': If you keep on staring at this woman.
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: [staring at Dagget] It's not the woman I'm staring at.
Dagget: What's your name?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: [being sarcastic and, thus, disrespectful] Kilroy.
Jimmy: [angrily] Look, buddy, when Mr. Dagget as...
Dagget: [silences Jimmy by raising his hand] What's your business, Mr. Kilroy?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Well, you might say, uh, I'm kind of a messenger. I got a message for you, Bernie.
Dagget: Well, let's have it.
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Nah, I, uh, was given instructions to deliver this message privately. Well, it's a touchy matter. You know how it is.
Dagget: Oh. Who's it from?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Afraid I can't say.
Dagget: The fella that gave you this message, what did he look like?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Now, Bernie, my business is forgetting. Not remembering.
Ben: [finds a gun in Nathan's jacket] Happy Easter.
Dagget: You still got a message for me?
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: Oh yes, but tell the Easter Bunny here, I'd like my gun back afterwards.
Nathan 'Nate' Bledsoe: I'll be back, Bernie. And I'll keep coming back. Again and again. And I'll get you. So help me, I'll get you.
Narrator: [closing narration] There's an old saying that goes, 'If the shoe fits, wear it.' But be careful. If you happen to find a pair of size nine black and gray loafers, made to order in the old country, be very careful. You might walk right into - The Twilight Zone.