viola says:

harvey pettibone, how could you do such a thing?

harvey says:

they had booze in that hotel, vi. they were breaking the law,

serving liquor.

viola says:

so you go in, dressed in those ku klux nightclothes of yours and you

think you’ll save the world from the

evils of drink

by raiding the place and smashing a few bottles?

harvey says:

it felt so good breaking that glass, vi.

viola says:

did it feel $400 good, harv? did it?

harvey runs his hand over the bulge of his belly

beneath the straining vest,

sits down on the steps,

and sighs.