Who Censored Roger Rabbit? (Roger Rabbit, #1)

by Gary K. Wolf

Oh, I’m sure there are primitive tribes in Africa or somewhere who treat their doppelgangers as mystic offshoots of their soul. We modern, civilized Toons regard our doppelgangers as animated mannequins, nothing more.”

Colonial bullshit

He didn’t draw so much as a second glance from the people out front on the street. Shows you what the world’s coming to. I can still remember the first Toon who moved into this neighborhood. A good looking guy, humanoid, a dead ringer for Smilin’ Jack. Real personable, and as near normal as a Toon could be. That was twenty years ago, and people marched through the streets in protest. They lost; he stayed. Now we’ve got more barnyards than Old MacDonald’s farm. Every morning my next-door neighbor sticks his head out the window and crows at the sun. You go into a diner for lunch, and the guy on the stool next to you orders a bale of hay. Travel ten feet down any sidewalk, and you’ll step in at least one deflated moo balloon. And this is what the politicians downtown call social progress.

Valiant’s a bigot.

practical terms I have no alibi. But I also have no motive. I’m not bad, Mr. Valiant. I’m just drawn that way.”

Talking to Hiram Toner was pretty much like running on a treadmill, lots of effort, but no forward motion. A short dose of him, and I began to understand why guys go off and live on mountaintops.

A guy like Tracy could probably get elected chief of police on the basis of his dashing reflection in the fun-house mirror. In the comic business they call that the power of make believe. In our nation’s capital, they call it politics.

Remember, people who peek through keyholes have to expect an occasional poke in the eye.”

I don’t know which smelled worse, the deli’s cuisine or a dead camel. Not that it mattered, since they were probably one and the same.

Wow