Blood''s runnin'' down my face from where this guy''s just bust me, my nose feels like it''s split in half. Then this dame gets up an'' strolls over to me - I reckon I am not lookin'' quite so good.

She says: ''Well for cryin'' out loud.''

Is this my big day or is it?

She stands lookin'' at me, sippin'' champagne. ''So you''re a big "G" man,'' she says. ''Well, personally, if you hadn''t got a lot comin'' to you I would take a bust at you myself, you lousy, crawlin'', gum-shoein'' dick. Have a drop of liquor, big boy.'' She pours the contents of her glass over my face. It stings like hell, but I''m tellin'' you it was good liquor.