Fred
I like Bronxes best. They’re nothing but gin and orange juice. I don’t know why they call it a Bronx.
Maxie
It’s great orange country, up there.
Fred
Anyway, I got a bargain—six bottles for sixty bucks. I give Miss Fletcher three bottles for a present, because if it hadn’t been for her I wouldn’t have got them. She made the man do it. When you’re around with her you just can’t resist doing things.
Maxie
I know. That’s why I don’t carry a gun.