... do confess it..." he does a great impression of his mother: takes off his fedora, musses his hair, and crouches down until he's about five feet tall. there's something swaggering in his demeanor, a loseness to his shoulder movements, the way that he leans, that conveys his theatrical inclinations. he's got a blade-sharp wit, and spares no one. he's also got a little tan chihuahua named paul. why ...