" You've got pretty good taste." She pulled out a suit, looked at it, put it back, pulled out another. "I can remember, you always wore good suits, good-looking suits, even before you were rich." "I like suits," he said. "They feel good. I like Italian suits, actually. I've had a couple of British suits, and they were okay, but they felt ... constructed. Like I was wearing a building. But the Italians - they know how to make a suit." "Ever try French suits?" "Yeah, three or four times. They're okay, but a little ... sharp-looking. They made me feel like a watch salesman." "How about American suits?" :Efficient," he said. "Do the job; don't feel like much. You always wear an American suit if you don't want people to notice you. "