e. Tamara Baranoff: You are most insolent, Mr. Andrews. rc Andrews: The truh often is.
ad Dunham: I want a pack of American cigarettes. tel Cigar Stand Clerk: Sorry, but we're all out. ad Dunham: How much are they when you're all out? tel Cigar Stand Clerk: Ten dollars.
ad Dunham: How do you know I haven't got a gun? e. Tamara Baranoff: Because your clothes fit you much too well. ad Dunham: It's plain to see you haven't got a gun either.
rc Andrews: This is a lot worse than the old days of Prohibition. Not everybody drank, but everybody eats.
tel Desk Clerk: If I may say so, Mr. Ellis' sickness bears a curious relationship to whiskey.
ad Dunham: Is anybody around here the umpire? Well, I can't say that I blame you. If it's all right with both sides, I'll call 'em as I see 'em. inese Boy: Thank you. We have the utmost confidence in your judgment as the arbitrator, sir. ad Dunham: It's plain you didn't play in Brooklyn.
ad Dunham: Nice girls aren't supposed to talk to me much less be seen with me.
