Flickr

Flickr looks pretty useful.  I know I have a bunch of pictures that should be backed up.  I'll have to look into Flickr more on my own time.  Here's the photo I chose for this exercise.

This is a scene from The Big Sleep right around some of the best lines of the movie so far.  Here's the whole exchange:

Vivian: So you're a private detective. I didn't know they existed, except in books. Or else they were greasy little men snooping around hotel corridors. My, you're a mess, aren't you?

Marlowe: I'm not very tall either. Next time, I'll come on stilts, wear a white tie and carry a tennis racket.

Vivian: I doubt if even that would help. Now this business of Dad's. You think you can handle it for him?

Marlowe: It shouldn't be too tough.

Vivian: Really? I would have thought a case like that took a little effort.

Marlowe: Not too much.

Vivian: What will your first step be?

Marlowe: The usual one.

Vivian: I didn't know there was a usual one.

Marlowe: Oh sure there is. It comes complete with diagrams on page forty-seven of 'How to Be a Detective in Ten Easy Lessons' correspondence school textbook. And, uh, your father offered me a drink.

Vivian: You must have read another one on how to be a comedian.

Marlowe: Did you hear what I said about the drink?

Vivian: I'm quite serious, Mr. Marlowe, my father...

Marlowe: I said your father...

Vivian: Help yourself! Now look, Mr. Marlowe. My father's not well, and I want this case handled with the least possible worry to him.

Marlowe: That's just the way I was going to handle it.

Vivian: I see. No professional secrets?

Marlowe: Nope.

Vivian: I thought you wanted a drink.

Marlowe: I've changed my mind.

Vivian: Then what - ? How did you like Dad?

Marlowe: I liked him.

Vivian: He liked Sean, Sean Regan. I suppose you know who he is.

Marlowe: Uh, huh.

Vivian: You don't have to play poker with me, Mr. Marlowe. Dad wants to find him, doesn't he?

Marlowe: Do you?

Vivian: Of course I do. It wasn't right for him to go off like that. He broke Dad's heart, although he won't say much about it. Or did he?

Marlowe: Why don't you ask him?

Vivian: You know, I don't see what there is to be cagey about, Mr. Marlowe. And I don't like your manners.

Marlowe: I'm not crazy about yours. I didn't ask to see you. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like them myself. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them long winter evenings. And I don't mind your ritzing me, or drinking your lunch out of a bottle, but don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me.

Vivian: People don't talk to me like that.

Marlowe: Ohhh.

Vivian: Do you always think you can handle people like, uh, trained seals?

Marlowe: Uh, huh. I usually get away with it, too.

Vivian: How nice for you.

Marlowe: Just what is it you're afraid of?

Vivian: Dad didn't want to talk to you about Sean at all, did he?

Marlowe: Didn't he?

Vivian: Would you find him if Dad wanted you to?

Marlowe: Maybe...I'm wasting your time. Goodbye, Mrs. Rutledge.

Good stuff!  Not as good as The Maltese Falcon so far, but we'll see.  I'll be watching the second half tonight.