"No, you're wrong."
"What about Blinky? You said he threw a fit."
"But not a guilty fit. That was obvious. No, by God! It'll work. I know it'll work. I'm going to try it. You want to place any bets? I'll make book."
"My money's on Sachs. He stole that song he wrote back in Chicago."
"What about Kay Hill? From Brooklyn. Trying to pass as English. She's from Canarsie where they really breed crooks. What about Charlie Hansel, the undercover queen? Trying to pass with that hoofer he married."
"She's married? That fag?"
"Yes. To a dame named Gretel. They used to be 'Hansel and Gretel, Dansomimes.'"
"Oh no! Dansomimes?"
"The queens could be catching up with Charlie. What about Oliver Stacy? He's run through every woman in town. He went through the Rehearsal Club like a plague. Forty-three ingenues in thirty-six days. And how about Johnny Plummer? He's a Commie."
"You sure?"