- Lyda Roberti: What are they?
- Patsy: Indians!
- Lyda Roberti: Real ones?
- Patsy: Certainly, real ones. They're not standing in front of any cigar store.
- [first lines]
- Lyda Roberti: Well, back again.
- Toby: Any luck?
- Lyda Roberti: Oh, sure. Lots of luck. But, all bad.