Peter Gunn - private detective, is a true denizen of the night. Alternately solving crimes that concern the dwellers of the city at night and hanging out at Mothers, a pizza jazz joint, where his girlfriend sings and he himself sometimes wails on the axe.
A private dick quite often is able to cultivate friendships that a cop cannot. This gives them a leg up on the local law enforcement quite frequently. One of these friendships for Mr. Gunn is Wilbur, a really cool cat who runs a private beat club for those in the know.
Me typing out this dialog is just not going to do it justice so I've ripped the whole scene, which you can listen to below. Wilbur is just too cool for words.
"Makes you wonder what ever happened to the good old iambic pentameter."
"Oh, man, like, that's strictly for squares. Like, todays poets are free from all those rigid rules and restrictions. Like, man, they don't even know what he's sayin' but, you know, like, they make the scene."
"Do you ever paint anything but yourself ?"
"I mean, like, why should I ? I'm so infinitely complex."
"Oh man, you ain't been by for a while. You should fall in. Shirley Blaze is our new, intellectual, ecdysiast. "
2 comments:
I saw this show recently. It's pretty fun, and the guy doing the hipster talk is pretty cool. The poet is ridiculous.
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