Once a Sinner

Lewis Canfield:
[Lewis and Irene are seated at the bar; Lewis knocks over Irene's drink] Oh, I'm sorry. Stupid of me.

Irene James:
I see you done better than that.

Lewis Canfield:
Well, you must let me...

Irene James:
Buy you another drink

Lewis Canfield:
You're quick on the uptake! My name's Canfield, Lewis Canfield. What's yours?

Irene James:
Gin and lime.

Bridges:
Oh, Ross, just a moment...

John Ross:
I'm sorry I was late, Mr Bridges. I was waiting until you were free to come and apologise.

Bridges:
Yes, of course. I hear some rather disturbing reports about you. The whole town's talking...

John Ross:
But surely, Sir, my private life is my affair.

Bridges:
Yes. You've seemed a trifle worried lately. And people will, eh.

John Ross:
...will talk.

Bridges:
Precisely. Of course it's quite ridiculous but banks have that curious idiosyncrasy of hoping that their employees will conduct their private affairs in a manner which will not give cause for people to talk at all.

John Ross:
Will that be all, Sir?

Bridges:
Yes. Except of course that I should be very sorry to see so promising a career become, eh, less promising. Thank you, Mr Ross.

Mrs. James:
She's just rotten all through and nothing'll change her. Not you, nor anybody else!