Murder, My Sweet1944

Lt. Randall:
Let's get it on the record... from the beginning.

Philip Marlowe:
With Malloy, then. Oh, it was about seven o'clock. Anyway it was dark.

Lt. Randall:
What were you doing at the office that late?

Philip Marlowe:
I'm a homing pigeon. I always come back to the stinking coop, no matter how late it is. I'd been out peeking under old Sunday sections for a barber named Dominick whose wife wanted him back - I forget why. Only reason I took the job was because my bank account was trying to crawl under a duck.