- Fast Talker: So I breeze in with a beef to the boss, see. When that girl Friday, here, starts dishin' out that old song and dance about a conference. Well, I give her the works, see. But, right now, I said, "Listen, sister, no dizzy dame is gonna give this big boy the runaround, you understand?"
- Soda Fountain Girl: This flat hoop drags me to the flickers the other PM. And listen, kid, what do I gleam of my principal rave, I mean my big Pash, pitching woo; but, really woo! With some two-timing peroxide cookie! And in loge too - the Palooka!
- Soda Jerk: Stack of flaps on the double. Bossy in the bowl. Skip the breath and hit the Murphys. Draw two in the dark.
- Soda Fountain Girl: Honey, he gets me where I live, what I mean.
- [last lines]
- Narrator: And we must now withdraw. Or, rather: I gotta take a powder, I gotta blow, get me?