|"Frankly my dear, I don't give a smurf."||"Here's Look-en at you Smurf."|
"Maybe not today, Maybe not tomorrow, but someday kid, I'll finish a sentence without using the word 'Smurf'."
and with that he left, walking toward the sunset. Collar up and hat down over his eyes, smoking his cheap cigar and
tripping on his long trench-coat, out of her life. At least he took his Prohibition moonshine with him... What a guy!