The Big Sleep1946

Vivian:
You know, I don't see what there is to be cagey about, Mr. Marlowe. And I don't like your manners.

Marlowe:
I'm not crazy about yours. I didn't ask to see you. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like them myself. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them long winter evenings. And I don't mind your ritzing me, or drinking your lunch out of a bottle, but don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me.

Vivian:
People don't talk to me like that.

Marlowe:
Ohhh.

Vivian:
Do you always think you can handle people like, uh, trained seals?

Marlowe:
Uh, huh. I usually get away with it, too.

Vivian:
How nice for you.