5x-xx-xx ep24 Terminal Key

The magic names of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall bring you bold venture and a tale of mystery and intrigue.

How close can I get? I've been sitting on the arm of your chair. You've been using my hip pocket for an ashtray. Look at this. Here in the newspaper. Yeah, I've been looking at it. He's a dog. Out of a field of 50 contestants, Herman Hackenschmitt was today crowned Mr. T-neck New Jersey.

Gee, you look pretty, T. Well, not the pinup boy this item. The one about the guy who inherited $100,000 from his uncle Jerome. $100,000. What would you do if you had all that money slate?

I got it all planned. I take it to a bank, change it into small bills and run through a barefoot. I do a nice barefoot poker on five dollar bills late. Am I invited? On the one dollar bill, sailor. I wouldn't want you to.

All that pulls you to. It belongs in the winter circle. Well, look, Slade. It's the tiny man with a king-sized baritone. How's the jockey dodge, Mickey? Can't complain, Philly. At Oriental Park, they're betting me and not the quadrupeds.

I own Havana. That's a big package for a little man like you, Mickey. Can you hear me okay you two? My voice has got so far to go from down here for me to up there to you.

Or we'll listen close. What's on your mind? I want you to... I said do me a favor, huh? About the key. Why didn't I think of it myself? About the key? What key, Micky? Maybe I ain't talking loud enough, huh?

The key for the locker at the Havana bus terminal. Now we know, sailor, the key for that locker, huh? I got a parcel checked there. I ain't got time to run down for it now.