congruentepitheton:

problemsleuth:

[1920′s gangster voice] every single one’a you’s…… every single one’a you’s is valid…….

Sam Spade version: Every single one’a you’s a rotten sack of decomposing validity. Every single one. Want to get shrill at the idea? See if I’m tickled. I’m telling you what’s what. Those punks you hang out with when you’re tired of playing Tibetan monk? Valid. Those crooked rats shot-full of whiskey, all pats on the back and fake smiles? Valid. That smooth talker over there who polishes apples like you would snap your fingers and then breaks down like a fresh egg in the bathroom? Like hell that one ain’t valid. You’re in too deep, kid. There ain’t no shaking that validity off you now. You think any hoodlum in this joint is more valid than another? You ain’t fooling me one damn bit.