Full Moon Saturday Night Quotes

“Oslo probably owed them money. Sockeye Sammy’s shiner testified that it might not be a good idea to stiff his employer. But if I couldn’t pay up, I’d surely make myself scarce, too!”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“To be truthful, Mike, we’d like to kill you. The vote went two-to-one.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“My life had turned into a Raymond Chandler detective story and there seemed to be nothing I could do to stop its precipitous slide.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“I bent down and felt her neck for a pulse, as I’d seen the paramedics do with Philip.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“From inside the cooler, Duke pounded on the door one, last time: “Let me outta here!”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“Oh, we’ll see you again, Mike. Just not with the same, pretty face. I hear you’re an actor, too. Pity. Your days of wooing leading ladies are about to end.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“Any weapons or drugs, Mr. Hepp?” she asked.
“No. Of course not.”
She continued to look inside the car at the back seat. “What’s in the briefcase?”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“As if some kind of demon were racking his brain, Curley Joe stood in front of the jukebox with a small, silver handgun still pointed at the hole its bullet had blown through the shattered Plexiglas.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“Jolly Jay rested the Louisville Slugger on his shoulder, as if he were Thor or some other god-like warrior who had come down from the heavens to our Deus ex machina rescue.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“Anything good in the briefcase?” he asked.
I smiled back at him. “Everything’s good in the briefcase, Walter.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“Just so we’re straight,” I said confidentially, staring into his lazy eyes, a stupid smile on his sophomoric, look-I-can-grow-a-mustache-now face. “I don’t like you.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“The full moon affected people. Sometimes in aberrant ways. Mix in an abundance of alcohol, a sprinkle of blow, and voilà—trouble!”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“Six months out of college and I was already questioning my occupational direction. Screenwriter? Actor? Director? Movie and television producer? What the hell was I thinking?”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“So before we sent his ashes up to Iceland, Duke suggested that we have a little wake for Oslo at Ur-Place. Where else?”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“I think the sun was just peeking over the horizon—dawn patrol, as the coca-nuts termed it—when I finally fell off to a troubled sleep.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“I know when someone’s trying to get me in bed, babe,” she huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts. “They were acting all giggly about it, trying to buy me shots at the bar to get me drunk.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“She left the doorway, the brush idly in her hand—like a grenade, waiting to go off—and sat on the arm at the far end of the couch.”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night

“Sure, I’d thought about it—Go northeast, young man! To Cody. You know, to win her back. Like Dustin Hoffman chasing Katharine Ross in “The Graduate.” But what was the use in that?”
― Mark Barkawitz, Full Moon Saturday Night