☆Chapter 11-3☆ Joe: You probably sell, what, $350,000 worth of books in year? Kath: How did you know that? Joe: I'm in the book business. Kath: I am in the book business. Joe: I see. And we are the Price Club. Only instead of a ten-gallon vat of olive oil for $3.99 that won't even fit under your kitchen cabinet, we sell cheap books. Me, a spy? Absolutely. I have in my possession the super-duper, secret printout of the sales figures of a bookstore so inconsequential, yet full of its own virtue that I was compelled to rush over for fear that it will put me out of business. (キャスがジョーをじっと見る) Joe: What? What?