00:00Put them in the line-up.
00:01And on what charges are you going to hold us?
00:03We're spittin' on the sidewalk, Lieutenant.
00:05There's a lawyer out here with a writ of habeas corpus for the dames.
00:08Well, it's about time.
00:10All right, all right.
00:11And if you dames find another body, it'll probably be me.
00:14Popsy! Oh, are we glad to see you.
00:17Now, girls, you ought to have more consideration for my age.
00:20Who told you we were in jail?
00:21A chap named Ames, uh, Peter Ames.
00:24A light begins to dawn.
00:26What do you mean?
00:27Well, after all, when a man calls Melsa, Melsa.
00:29Oh, don't be silly.
00:29You know, psychologists say hate's just a step away from love.
00:32Yeah, but it's the lull in between that drives you crazy.
00:34Come on, Popsy.
00:35Popsy, what happened?
00:50Thanks.
00:54What for?
00:54For calling my lawyer.
00:56Why did you do it?
00:57Maybe I'm a social climber or a fortune hunter.
01:01Or maybe I'm beginning to like you very much.
01:04Anyway, I realize I should let go of your hand, but the fact is, I'm finding I don't want to.
01:10I don't want to.
01:10I don't want to.
01:11I don't want to.
