She ain't as innocent as she pretends to be. Just listen to the way she talks, all pinched up and hurt-like, as if you're breaking her heart just by being there. It's chiefly her eyes, I think, and that throb she gets in her voice when she says things like, 'Be generous, Mr. Spade.' You ain't so bad yourself, Spade. You've got a smooth way of explaining everything. Whattya want me to do, learn to stutter? Get a load of the funny guy, boys. Keep crackin' wise, Spade. We've got places for smart alecks - it's called San Quentin. You birds, always cracking foxy. You make me sick. If you had the skinny on me, you'd be showing me your back, not looking in my eye. Why don't you ask your boyfriend over there the score? Tell him Tom: Spade 1, cops 0.