M: yeah, there probably is six million stories in the naked city.
W: more like a couple billion.
M: Yeah--
W; What? Each person probably has a few hundred in their head.
M: And you? What's in your hunderd?
W: I live, I breathe, I seem to feel, thrillin life along the keel.
M: Just make that up?
W: Nah.
M: Ever driven up LaSalle late at night?
W: Maybe--
M: Ever seen any bodies?
W: You mean by Clark?
M: I mean by Clark.
W: No. I have not.
M: Never?
W: Never. Uh....yeah, never. That's right.
M: I see.....
W: What do you 'see'?
M: Nuthing.
W: Oh you see something alright.
M: Well....
W: Yeah?
M: Well I see one of your hundred stories rising to the surface, maybe--
W: Yeah?
M: Yeah.
M: Tell me when you saw the body. I won't spill. Let me pour you another drink.
W: Are...you...sure...we're alone in here?
M: Sure.
W: I did see one body. One time. But that was all.
M: Okay. Drink your drink and relax and tell me all about her--
