>she knew how to open doors with just a smile>one rich old man and she won't have to worry >she'll dress up in lace and go in style
>he was a frogposter, or fanook as we called 'em in this city>bad threads, sucking cocks, he had it all, that cat was a true faggot...
Name 3:films where this happens
>>223599520>she was a dame, a dame a dozen, easy as they come but harder to pin down>i slam a fifth of jack, washing out the memory of her, the very thought >it's a doggy dog world and she was a fox, a fiery one at thought
>>223599827kek
>>223600217>doggy dog worldKino.
>>223599520Gay>>223599827>>223600217based
>she had a butthole like a balloon knot, and I was gonna pop it>little did I know that party balloon in a table tennis skirt had the ping pong balls and handle to match >so there I was, going back and forth with a chinaman at his own game
>>223599520Like everyone else in this dirty town I had a movie in my head. In my head, it couldn’t miss. It was a sure thing.But first I had to get it onto paper. I’d been sitting at the typewriter for three hours and all I had to show for it was my worst headache since the weekend I’d tried to explain Mulholland Drive to my grandmother. I decided to make the screenplay a collaborative venture. Me and Jack Daniels. I poured myself a generous glass. If I ever sold the thing he was welcome to half the profits.I’d just taken the first sip when I heard footsteps in the corridor. Maybe it was Harvey Weinstein, out on bail and anxious to get me on retainer before some other big shot snapped me up. I didn’t think so, though.Then the door opened and there she stood. Blonde hair, a lazy smile and an Yves Salomon coat wrappped around a figure that would’ve made Raquel Welch move to Wisconsin and look for a job sweeping sidewalks.“Good evening, miss,” I said. “Well, it wasn’t, but it is now. Is there something I can do for you?”
>>223602543lmao
>>223599520She was catching dirty droplets onto her fur collar under rusty lights. made her look like a fox. black tears were creeping down her freezing cheeks, the harsh northern wind cut slits into her eyes, big as a blue mailbox, waiting for a sign, a thrill, anything to say yes, do it again. would she get on the train? south america. New name, new hands to grab the newspaper, to hold the death notes -for a new life. Silently the black buffallo arrived, his iron breath heaving smoke into the starless sky. A weary face opened the lock, like disease an iron casket. Who was going to follow her, if she was sorry for her crimes? Who is going to spot the new blood between her delicate fingers? She stepped onto the metal lace, shaking, scrubbing off her dainty heels from the sordid paste of pebbles smushed into virgin snow. She would fall right through the grid.
>>223600185Farewell, my lovely The big sleep The Maltese falcon
“Just tell me one thing,” I said. “After this you can lie as much as you like. But tell me the truth just this one time. Are you a good woman?”She was wearing a Prada cashmere sweater and jeans that looked as though they had been put on with a spraycan.“I'm every good woman’s worst nightmare,” she said. “And every good man’s too if he had the sense he was born with.”This was my last chance, I knew. No, who was I kidding? My last chance had gone a long time ago. I was like the alcoholic who pours himself one drink and then screws the top back tightly on the bottle and puts the bottle back on the shelf. He is fooling no-one, least of all himself.If liking evil women is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
>>223606517>>223602919>Pepe MarloweThat’s Dick Tracy you stupid coon.
>>223606517oooh i love cashmere
>>223599520>She came in to my life through a door, one of those things with a handle>Walking on legs, the kind with knees on 'em>Something about her told me she wanted something from me... I think it was the way her mouth moved and the words that came out>I couldn't resist her, the firm had a no refuse clause and we didn't turn down work
>You really liked him, didn't you?>The cop did, the one who killed him, he loved him>Well, Hank was a great detective, alright>And a lousy cop>Is that all you have to say for him?>He was some kind of a man, what does it matter what you say about people?>Goodbye, Tanya>Adios
>>223600217He was a boy, she was a girlCan I make it any more obvious?
>>223606514Double Indemnity
>>223599520beat it tuts this thread ain't big enough for the both of us
>>223607708>ten thousand comments going "uhhhm, weeeell, heehee, you know, trans))“Ugh.
sour smoke rose between the pink curtains and the dimmly lit interrogation room, which was nancies living room, her porcelain collection of hanky panky figurines laughing in the face of a red spilled evening. and it hadnt been wine. god knows i wanted that sucker gone, hell i would have done it myself, but not even him and his hellhound of a wife deserve me to get behind their last night. too late. i have promised my desk and three days to find out who painted a pollock above their lovely fireplace.
