You have the most unusual name too. John Smith.[John Smith: You have the most unusual names here. Chechomony, Kuyukanhoic, Pocahontas.]
Esmarelda Villalobos: What is your name?
Butch Coolidge: Butch.
Esmarelda Villalobos: What does it mean?
Butch Coolidge: I’m an American, honey. Our names don’t mean s***.
We need a simple, strong stage name. Slab Oakley. Chad Log. I’ve got it. Chris Pine. No, it’d never work.
My name? It’s “Take your crude, overly obvious come-on to every woman who walks past and cram it.” That’s my name.
My name is Enola Holmes. You may remember me. After solving my first case, I started a business. A detective agency. Open and ready for my first clients. I was going to join the pantheon of great Victorian detectives. Detective Field. Mackenzie Macintosh. Sir Alfred Hornblower. And the infamous Reginald Swain. And best of all, I would be joining my brother. I would be his equal. A detective in my own right, worthy of the Holmes name.