Fabius
:
I expected my shooting mishap to be followed by a legal mishap. Well, what do we do now? Shall we have a drink? Make love? Throw things at each other?
Fabius
:
I never once got on that bike, not even one night, for the last two years without thinking it would be the last time.
Martha
:
So you wanted to kill me because you were afraid something would happen to you?
Fabius
:
I couldn't exactly strangle my motorcycle.