I didn't plan it this way, Fran. Actually, it's all Baxter's fault.
Baxter?
He wouldn't give me the key to the apartment.
He wouldn't.
Just walked out on me - quit - threw that big fat job right in my face.
[a faint smile]
The nerve.
That little punk - after all I did for him! He said I couldn't bring anybody to his apartment, especially not Miss Kubelik. What's he got against you, anyway?
Fran I don't know... I guess that's the way it crumbles... cookie-wise.
What are you talking about?
I'd spell it out for you, only I can't spell.

