Legal humor here.
“He says that five pounds of a decent Roquefort will make him go away.”
“I can’t find a cab that will go to Rat Town at this time of night.”
“You’d better make him a hot toddy while I talk to Helen. This is going to take a while.”
“I’m getting nowhere with his ‘pizza de huit fromages.’ Shall we call his bluff?”
“The police say they don’t arrest cats for loitering. Or anything else.”
“If they want to know why we need a futon at this hour, what should I say?”
“Helen says that of course he’s not our responsibility, but that he isn’t hers either.”
“Orkin says they don’t do six-footers, and they don’t know who does.”
“The police say that reading the paper isn’t suspicious behavior, even when a six-foot rat does it. So I guess they’re not coming.”
“He wants me to get him a table for two at the Black Pussy Cat, but I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
