[Sitting at a nightclub table, Steve Morgan notices gangster Willie Ryan's elderly, sour-faced bodyguard]
Steve: I didn't meet you, did I?
Willie Ryan: That's my "adopted son."
Steve: Rather big for his age, isn't he?
Willie Ryan: [ominously] Yeah, he follows me around, keeps the flies off me. He's got a good aim with a..."flyswatter."
Belle: I'm gonna think some swell things about you, Willie Ryan. And I hope you'll think some swell things about me.