Turfster

COLUMBO: Hooooh, Mr. Joel-
BILLY JOEL: Please, detective, call me Billy?
COLUMBO: Oh boy, can I? You see, my wife, That's Mrs. Columbo, has a friend named Billy, gets me all mixed up. Now, now- I trust her, don't give me that look.
BILLY JOEL: (fake laugh) What look?
COLUMBO: It's the same look Billy, her friend, gave me. He thought I was accusin' him of somethin, but I trust my wife- I love her. But Billy, you see he's a nervous man, he started listing off all kinds of different terrible things other people have done...
BILLY JOEL: O-oh? Did he now...
COLUMBO: That's right. Did you know we were fighting wars over this... sodipop and music? He's running his mouth a mile a minute, and I'm saying 'Whoa! Where's the fire?'
BILLY JOEL: (sweating profusely)
COLUMBO: Oh, where was I? Ah, don't mind me- tell me, though, Billy. (takes a drag on his cigar) Can you 'take it' anymore?