- [Heels reacts angrily when Hefty grinds his shoes with a sander as a joke]
- Hefty: What's the matter, Heels? Can't you take a joke?
- Heels Beals: Not that kind of joke, stupid! Nobody gets funny with Heels Beals' shoes! Nobody! Not even you, Hefty.
- Miss Varnish: Having fun, darlings? Finding enough to keep you occupied, Mr. Beals?
- Heels Beals: You make sure of that, Miss Varnish.
- Miss Varnish: Sweet child. I don't mind being spoken to behind an evil-smelling cigar, Mr. Beals, and I don't mind being addressed by a gentleman from under a hat, Mr. Beals, but I do mind paying for help I don't get, Mr. Beals. Now pick up a can of shellac and put another coat on those end tables over there before I pick you up and stuff you into one of those elevator heels you're wearing!
- Miss Varnish: Mr. Hefty, your friend Heels Beals is a gold-plated, ball-bearinged, pedigreed nincompoop.
- Heels Beals: You hear that?
- [thumps on his shoe's heel]
- Heels Beals: That heel's empty, chum. Plenty of room to stash Old Lady Greenbacks' pearls. Did you see 'em on her yesterday when we lugged in that cabinet?
- Hefty: Yeah, I seen 'em. Do you think I'm deaf?
- Heels Beals: We ain't goin' no place until we pull that Greenbacks job. There's no lousy flatfoot that's gonna mess up my whole future!
- Hefty: If Tracy knows anything about us, we ain't got a future.
- Heels Beals: Hefty, plug in the sander, will ya? I don't want to disturb the neighbors with the gunshots.