Eric Finch: I hope you won't think me presumptuous, but dark, exotic women like you bring a fever to my blood.
Carla: Wow! Classy! My name is Carla. What can I get ya?
Eric Finch: How do you do, Carla? [kisses her wrist] My name's Eric Finch. Gin and bitters will do. You know, you have an interesting profile. Neapolitan, right?
Carla: That's right. My grandfather was from Naples.
Eric Finch: Well, we have a saying in my business, "Giving your heart to a Neapolitan girl is like forgetting to burn your code book." Oops. Blast. Now I've bloody well done it.
Carla: You're not a spy or anything, are you?
Eric Finch: Ssh. Please, don't say anything more. You might put my life in jeopardy. [as Coach walks by] You see that man, there?
Carla: Yeah.
Eric Finch: He might be the secret agent from a foreign country's intelligence.
Carla: I'd hate to live there.