EEL: That's good. If Dugan does go after us (Chuckles.), he's got to get us first.
GOLDIE: (Coming down C. with kimono which she has taken from door C. in bedroom, and is folding.) Say, Billy, I guess I'd better lock this door. (Starts for door, but his next line stops her.)
EEL: He can't break in here without a search warrant, and he can't get that before Monday. (Lying down on couch.)
GOLDIE: Well, what's he going to get it on then? (Putting kimono in bag on table R., picking up a pair of shoes from the floor near table, but the EEL's next line stops her.)
EEL: (Still on couch.) You ought to know Dugan well enough by this time. He'll get something on us, leave it to him.
GOLDIE: (Stopping thoughtfully in door C., then throwing shoes on floor near bed decisively and coming down C.) If he does, I'll turn squealer for the first time in my life.
EEL: (Jumping off of couch quickly.) Don't you do it. I could never look you square in the eyes again if you did.
GOLDIE: It ain't no worse to squeal than it is to steal.
EEL: Yes, it is, Kid, God'll forgive a thief, but he hates a squealer.
GOLDIE: Maybe you're right, Billy. Well, I guess we'd better get a move on. (Going into bedroom and getting hair brush off of dresser.) We can't get out of here any too soon to suit me. (Putting brush in bag on Table R., then smiling at EEL.)