INSPECTOR: Don't make any grand stand play now, Goldie!
GOLDIE: Well, if you mean that I'm a bad girl, you'd better not say it (Rising, crosses to desk and pounds angrily on railing.), 'cause I ain't, see?
INSPECTOR: Well, you don't deny that you and the Eel are sweethearts?
GOLDIE: Was, yes. Gee, we was goin' to get married, until in a jealous huff he tried to kill me and was shipped for two years for assault and battery, but it wasn't none of my doin's.
INSPECTOR: Didn't you prefer charges against him?
GOLDIE: I did not. Do you think I'd squeal on a pal? If it wasn't for Dugan, they'd turn the Eel loose. (Sits.)
INSPECTOR: Why Dugan?
GOLDIE: Didn't he shove him in?
INSPECTOR: He was simply acting in his official duty.
GOLDIE: Official duty, my eye.