INSPECTOR: Goldie, don't be so incorrigible.
GOLDIE: Gee! but you're an educated guy.
INSPECTOR: Have a seat. (O'MARA jumps for chair with mock politeness.)
GOLDIE: (To reporters.) He's polite, too. (Crosses to chair.)
INSPECTOR: Well, Goldie!
GOLDIE: (Sitting.) Well, Inspector!
INSPECTOR: Do you intend to stay here to-night or are you going to get bail?
GOLDIE: Where would I get bail?
INSPECTOR: I thought perhaps some gentleman friend of yours—
GOLDIE: (Rising angrily.) I ain't got no gentlemen friends. What do you think I am, a Moll? (Sits.)