"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
"Oh, come on. You’ve got to at least care a little."
"You say that like you weren’t one of them for twenty-eight years."
"I wasn't. Not really." A smirk and a shake of the head. "I may have heard them spill their secrets at times, drunk over the bar's counter, but that didn't make me one of them."Â













