Phelps: Move in. We can't risk losing the trail.
Earle: LAPD. We're looking for Meyer Cohen. I believe he has lunch here.
Waiter: There's not going to be any trouble, is there?
Earle: Which table?
Waiter: Number three. If you'll follow me?
Phelps: LAPD. We have some questions regarding...
Earle: Hi, Mickey. How's it hanging?
Cohen: Fine. Just fine, Roy. I see you brought eager beaver along. Hope he's not going to put the shakes on me again.
Earle: Cole Phelps, Mickey Cohen.
Phelps: Good afternoon.
Stompanato: He has manners. Aren't you a little green for this, kid.
Earle: Meet Johnny Stompanato, Cole. He has the biggest schlong in Hollywood and the smallest gun. Or maybe that's the other way around. I can never quite remember.
Stompanato: You are a funny guy, Roy. Haven't I always said what a funny guy Roy is, and how much fun it would be to get together with him sometime?
Earle: Poor Johnny. He's the dark, sensitive type. He's a servicemen too, Cole. Johnny was at Okinawa.
Stompanato: You were in the crotch?
Phelps: Sixth Marines.
Stompanato: The Lieutenant won the Silver Star up on Sugar Loaf. I've heard of you.
Phelps: Something like that.
Cohen: All right, have we finished flirting? You got something to discuss, Roy, or are you going to stand around beating the meat while my lunch gets cold?
Phelps: We have some questions.
Cohen: Do I need my lawyer?