title: Strike the Baby and Kill the Blonde: An Insider's Guide to Film Slang
author:  Dave Knox 
description: What a lively and entertaining guide to movie lingo! I learned a lot of terms I never knew before . . . but then, Ive never killed a blonde, either. Leonard Maltin, film critic and author of the <i>New York Times</i> bestselling <i>Leonard Maltins Movie Guides</i><br /><br />Now you can sound like you know what youre talking abouteven when you dont. In other words, youre ready to work in the movies. David Duchovny, actor and director (<i>X-Files</i>, <i>House of D</i>)<br /><br />You too can speak film-ese. Thanks to Dave Knox, what was once insider information is now available to all who want to speak the lingo of the film industry. It fits nicely on the shelf between my Oxford Dictionary and Rogets Thesaurus. Jamie Lee Curtis, author and actress (<i>Freaky Friday</i>, <i>Halloween</i>, <i>True Lies</i>, <i>A Fish Called Wanda</i>)
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  ## Memphis Run
  
  
    
  
  
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  _( Endworld - 18 )_
  
  
  
  
  
  ### David L. Robbins
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## David Robbins
  
  
  ## MEMPHIS RUN
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Chapter One
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “Did you see that?” the girl asked.
  
  
  “See what?” responded the lean man in buckskins. His keen blue eyes scanned
  the lush foliage ahead as his hands dropped to the pearl-handled Colt Python
  revolvers strapped around his narrow waist. The westerly breeze stirred his
  blond hair.
  
  
  “I saw something,” the girl insisted.
  
  
  Frowning, his sweeping blond mustache curling downward, the gunman took
  several strides in front of the child. “What was it? Another blasted mutant?”
  
  
  “I don’t know.”
  
  
  “I’m gettin’ fed up with havin’ to blow a mutant away every fifty miles or
  so,” the gunman commented.
  
  
  “I don’t think it was a mutant,” the girl said. “It looked like a man.”
  
  
  “Are you sure, Chastity?”
  
  
  The girl walked up to the gunman and tugged on his right pants leg.
  
  
  “Would I 