The Ba Bridge Monster and the Interview with the Rake…..

Mitchell Killgower. Vie? I’m sorry? Oh right. I have no idea. But if I was to hazard a guess, it’s probably because Brittany, my worst half, has told all kinds of lies about me.

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Mitchell. Indeed I could. But as I said to Brittany, when she asked me if the tedious old bastard who runs it, beguiled women, ‘No, he beguiles something far worse. Ideas.’ I don’t know if Shey would be too pleased if you got any.

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Mitchell. I know. But as you’ve so often said yourselves, it’s not raining either.

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Mitchell. The one who kept Shey’s latest heroine offering in about. Next?

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Mitchell. I wouldn’t know. You’d have to ask her but she’s dead. Whatever way I seem to have with women does not extend to wives, or pretend ones. But she squirmed whenever I went near her. So I didn’t.

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Mitchell. A friend.

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Mitchell. Frankly? If you gentlemen helped me secure my inheritance, you could stay where you damn well wanted. In fact, if I’d known you gentlemen and ladies were so helpful I’d have paid you, not Brittany to sort out my ex sister-in-law, Christian and her husband, (also my uncle) Clarence, and ruin my son, Fleming. How does that sound?

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Mitchell. The question is, does she want to marry you?

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Mitchell. I think you’ll find the word is ‘thought ‘and I also thought, I’d be –