"Don Webb - Beach Scene" - читать интересную книгу автора (Webb Don)

BOB: Ovid said that love is the perpetual source of fears and anxieties.

BILL: You're a fountain of information, Bob, a fountain of information. See
the bastard's skunked me.
BOB: Have a shrimp. You don't think you will kill her?

BILL: I might find myself killing her. Walk up to her like a scene in a
dream. Not plan to do it. Just walk into it.

BOB: You hate her?

BILL: This shrimp'll catch something just you watch. No I don't hate her.
I've known her too long to have any feelings at all toward her.

(Bob nods. Short pause.)

BOB: Somebody took the fence down.

BILL: Beg pardon?

BOB: When we was growing up in Lubbock we used to say that the only
thing between Amarillo and the North Pole was a barbed wire fence.
Then
when a blue norther blew in we'd say: somebody took the fence
down.

BILL: Ferry just came in. See the cars.

BOB: Of course if you ever needed an alibi you could say we was fishin'.

BILL: Damn white of you, Bob.

BOB: You should take her to that Italian place in Gilchrist.

BILL: They got some new Longarms in the AARP library I may go read
this afternoon.

BOB: Library's only open on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

BILL: What difference would a barb wire fence make?

(Short pause)

BILL: I got a bite.

BOB: Steady boy play it awhile.
BILL: You don't need to tell me how to fish.

BOB: Just being friendly.