Women of Noir #16 - Bogart gets lucky again; this time with Joy Barlow (The Big Sleep, Hawks, 1946)

"I'm your girl, bud."

Seriously? When I catch a cab the driver is usually fat, male and racist with the aroma of last night's kebab hanging over him without any sense of irony.

Taxi Driver:
If you can use me again sometime, call this number.
Philip Marlowe:
Day and night?
Taxi Driver:

Uh, night's better. I work during the day.