Writers: Larry Forrester, Robert Pirosh
ORWELL, voiceover: When they tore down my house in San Diego to made an empty place for a new high-rise, I felt they were trying to tell me something. So I decided to stay in Santa Monica....
CLARENCE: Hey, listen, that musta been a quite a party over at Ziggy's last night. They say you pulled some ol' drunk out of the drink.
ORWELL: A special ol' drunk. Name's Art Sully. Ever heard of him?
CLARENCE: The Art Sully? You aren't putting me on?
ORWELL: I throw the nobody's back, Clarence.
ORWELL [on the telephone]: ….How about the loaner?
CLARENCE: That's not what I was looking for, Harry.
ORWELL: Clarence, are we having the same conversation?
CLARENCE: You know we sometimes give a loaner to a customer when he leaves his car here. Your car is not here, Harry.
ORWELL: Well, it's not here either, Clarence. That's why I need a loaner.
CLARENCE: Well, where is it?
Orwell: I don't know where it is.
CLARENCE: You're getting careless, Harry.
ORWELL: Somebody stole it. [hears Clarence laughing] Clarence, that's not funny.
CLARENCE: Petty theft never is.
ORWELL: He used to be a bouncer at the old Sapphire Club…He was still working there at the time of the Reisman killing. It was a knife killing.
TRENCH: [That was] Twelve years ago, Orwell. I didn't know you collected antiques…apart from that car of yours.