Go fuck yourself," I replied, always the lady. "I'm staying here.

Great idea," I said. "Call the police. Call the fucking police.

And I won 'em back fair and square. So what are you going to do about it? Want to fight? Who wants the first bloody nose?

Then, aided by the booze, like a fool I tossed off one of those throwaway lines that would have been better thrown away. "Ah, Frank! I thought you were going to be down here fucking Lana.