Well, the evening began at the Gentlemen’s Club, where we were discussing Wittgenstein over a game of backgammon.
Mr. Simpson, it's a felony to lie to the F.B.I.
We were sitting in Barney's car eating packets of mustard. Happy?
I just think they're neat!
Well, the evening began at the Gentlemen’s Club, where we were discussing Wittgenstein over a game of backgammon.
Mr. Simpson, it's a felony to lie to the F.B.I.
We were sitting in Barney's car eating packets of mustard. Happy?