"Getaway, why did you turn down this street so all of a sudden? This isn't my way home."
"It's only a block out of the way. Come on! Don't stand gassing."
"You-thought-that-fellow-on-the-corner-of-Dock-Street-might-be-a-plain -clothes-man!"
"What if I did? Want me to go up and kiss him?"
"Why-should-you-care, Getaway?"
"Don't."
"But—"
"Don't believe in hugging the law, though. It's enough when it hugs you."
"I want to go home, Getaway."
"Come on. I'll buy some supper. Steak and French frieds and some French pastry with a cherry on top for your little sweet tooth. That's the kind of a regular guy I am."