“God I like sun,” cried Jimmy, “I wish it’d been real Colombia....”
“Do you mean Hail Columbia?”
“No I mean Bogota and the Orinoco and all that sort of thing.”
“I knew a darn good feller went down to Bogota. Had to drink himself to death to escape dying of elephantiasis.”
“I’d be willing to risk elephantiasis and bubonic plague and spotted fever to get out of this hole.”
“City of orgies walks and joys ...”
“Orgies nutten, as we say at a hun’an toitytoird street.... Do you realize that I’ve lived all my life in this goddam town except four years when I was little and that I was born here and that I’m likely to die here?... I’ve a great mind to join the navy and see the world.”
“How do you like Dingo in her new coat of paint?”
“Pretty nifty, looks like a regular Mercedes under the dust.”
“I wanted to paint her red like a fire engine, but the garageman finally persuaded me to paint her blue like a cop.... Do you mind going to Mouquin’s and having an absinthe cocktail.”