'I'll probably get over it soon.' Orr rolled over sideways to the floor and came up on one knee, facing toward Yossarian. 'Do you remember,' he drawled reflectively, with an air of labored recollection, 'that girl who was hitting me on the head that day in Rome?' He chuckled at Yossarian's involuntary exclamation of tricked annoyance. 'I'll make a deal with you about that girl. I'll tell you why that girl was hitting me on the head with her shoe that day if you answer one question.' 'What's the
question?' 'Did you ever screw Nately's girl?'
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Yossarian laughed with surprise. 'Me? No. Now tell me why that girl hit you with her shoe.' 'That wasn't the question,' Orr informed him with victorious delight. 'That was just conversation. She acts like you screwed her.' 'Well, I didn't. How does she act?' 'She acts like she don't like you.' 'She doesn't like anyone.' 'She likes Captain Black,' Orr reminded. 'That's because he treats her like dirt. Anyone can get a girl that way.' 'She wears a slave bracelet on her leg with his name on it.' 'He makes her wear it to needle Nately.' 'She even gives him some of the money she gets from Nately.' 'Listen, what do you want from me?' 'Did you ever screw my girl?' 'Your girl? Who the hell is your girl?'