“First thing tomorrow, I’ve got to count the arms in that one painting and make sure there’s an odd number.”

“Birthday coming up. I know Gertrude will give me yet another shirt with horizontal stripes on it. Oh, well, I’ll just pretend to like it. That woman frightens me.”

“Hmm … what’s next? I know, blue. Wait a sec—rose. No, blue! Rose! Goddamn it, Pablo, blue or rose?”

“Henri never reimbursed me for the whiskey.”

“Gotta come up with an alibi for Thursday. Marie can’t find out about the prostitute. I’ll say I was at the beret shop! Or did I use that one last time?”