"You ain't real lady you're like a nice present all wrapped up for some sugar daddy. Wid your feather-boa and your shiny dress - fashion - dat's what you think. Hell, I slug guys over the head f' money. Dat ain't fashion, it's always been aroun' an' it always will be too.
"Well how do you know that brainbox? Maybe there was a time when people just got along? An' I'm tellin' you there will be in the future - yeah, sure - maybe I want my kids ta grow up in a world like that, made by people like me! If I ever have kids, if I ever get outta this mess."
"No-one gets outta the mess they're in lady. An' the world don' get outta the mess it's in - the mess just gets different somehow."
"Gus, can ya remember to thrust out your jaw like we said, when you're being aggressive with her?
"OK Frank but ain't you gonna cut this anyway?
''Yah too much philosophising. We'll get straight to the song here.
"I - I was thinkin', couldn't me and Gus do a duet with that number? That'd be real swanky wouldn't it? The bee's knees!"
Hem, you wanna do a duet with Jane, Gus?
'Uh-huh. We can sure talk about that. Jane you comin' along to the juice-joint later?"
"Well Gus - you know - Oh - Ok Gus, yeah."