I had to take it out on somebody." Phroso refused o be taken lightly: "Yeah, you dames is all alike.You""re sharpshootin"" your cheek.And how you squeal when you get what""s coming to ya." She broke down sobbing and admitted how she had judged Hercules wrongly: "Oh, it""s my own fault.What gets me so cockeyed sore at myself is that I fell for that big bunch of beef." As he wiped off his clown makeup and became more ""normal""-looking, Phroso took the opportunity o be supportive, comfort her and offer advice:Phroso: So you finally got wise to yourself, did you? Funny thing about you women, most of you don""t get wise soon enough." Manipulative, slippery and full of cunning, Brigid pleads for help from an admiring Spade:Do they have to know about me, I mean - can""t you shield me so that I won""t have to answer their questions.] From the knees down, her legs dangle over the side of a table and twitch from pain - two pairs of shoes are on either side and her trenchcoat lies in a pile at her feet.Donloe immediately reported the breach, although it was too late -- the victorious foursome had successful stolen the list, escaped from the building, and driven away in the front cab of a fire truck.It""s the only show on earth where the tickets are made of asbestos.And now inside, Tira, the girl who makes your dreams come true.Step right up, men.Tira""s sauntering entrance is preceded by a red-carpet roll-out and trumpeters.On the midway on a raised catwalk, while parading past a crowd of leering men in a sexy gown, she purrs to he spectators amidst the barker""s words:No wisecracks, now.