Gus Petch: "You seem to be taking it pretty good. I've seen 'em come in here, weep and wail like Baptists at a funeral. Like they hired me to prove their husbands weren't fooling around."
Marylin: "Don't get me wrong, Mr..."
Gus Petch: "Petch. Gus Petch."
Marylin: "Whilst I don't find this terribly amusing, I am delighted that you found this material. This is going to be my passport to wealth, independence... and freedom."
Gus Petch: "Sounds to me that you gonna nail his ass."