Talk:Too Many Clients
Nero Wolfe & Archie Goodwin in chapter 10, page 128 <ref>Page references follow the 1994 Bantam Books Crime Line edition (The Rex Stout Library); the novel is 207 pages long in that edition.</ref>
¶ “You're incorrigibly mulish<ref>Compare If Death Ever Slept, quote from page 64</ref>.”
“Yes, sir. Same to you.” ¶
--Faterson
Archie and Fritz Chapter 1 pg. 7-8.
“Having noticed that we haven’t had a client worth a damn for nearly six weeks, you want to know if we have one now, and I don’t blame you. It’s possible but not likely. It looks like more peanuts. You may have to invent a dish for a king made of peanut butter.”
“Not impossible, Archie. The problem would be to crack the oil. Not vinegar; it would take too much. Perhaps lime juice, with or without a drop or two of onion juice. I’ll try it tomorrow.”
Archie and Lon Cohen Chapter 2. pg. 12-13.
“I’m writing it now: ‘Nero Wolfe, private eye extraordinary, was plunging into the Yeager murder case more than two hours before the body was discovered in an excavation on West Eighty-second Street. At five-five P.M. his lackey, Archie Goodwin, phoned the Gazette office to get-“
“You’ll eat it. The whole world knows I’m not a lackey, I’m a flunky, and the idea of Nero Wolfe plunging.”
Archie and Lon Cohen ib., pg. 18.
“If you will forget about my curiosity about Yeager until further notice, I’ll put you on my Christmas card list. This year it will be an abstract painting in twenty colors and the message will be ‘We want to share with you this picture of us bathing the dog, greetings of the season from Archie and Mehitabel and the children.’”
“You haven’t got a Mehitabel or any children.”
“Sure, that’s why it will be abstract.”
ib., pg. 19.
The reading light in the wall above and behind his [Wolfe] left shoulder was the only one on in the room, and like that, with the light at that angle, he looks even bigger than he is. Like a mountain with the sun rising behind it.
Chapter 3 pg. 27.
He [Wolfe] was standing before the mirror on the dresser, knotting his four-in-hand. Since he always goes from his room to the roof for his morning two hours in the plant rooms I don’t know why he sports a tie - maybe being polite to the orchids.
Archie speaking of Maria Perez ib., pg. 31.
She turned back to me, graceful as a big cat, and stood there straight and proud, not quite smiling, her warm dark eyes as curious as if she had never seen a man before. I knew damn well I ought to say something, but what? The only thing to say was “Will you marry me?” but that wouldn’t do because the idea of her washing dishes or darning socks was preposterous.
Chapter 4 pg. 42
“Are you Nero Wolfe’s Archie Goodwin?”
“No. I’m my Archie Goodwin.”
Archie and Fred Durkin ib., pg. 49.
“Eighty-second Street,” he said, “Murder. What was his name? Yeager.”
“You read too much and you’re morbid and you jump to conclusions. Pack your bag and button your lip.”
--Goodwingrad 00:44, 20 July 2007 (CEST)
