"Oh, great. That's great."
"And for your information, it never was what you'd call a problem."
"Well, the papers and all, y'know. We couldn't tell." The elevator
doors hissed open. "Thanks for coming up, fella. See you tomorrow."
Halfway down, the only other man in the car looked up, startled.
"Pardon?"
"I said 'son of a bitch'," Van Richie said. "With feeling."
* * * * *
"Good God, you can't even _hear_ him!" one of the men whispered.
Someone else in the darkened theatre called, "Hold it! Can you give it
a little more, Van? We can't hear it out here."