Al Mullins: I'd like to ask you about your neighbors, the McDowells.
Bobby: They're not who you think they are.
Rose: You mean we invited the wrong people to dinner?
Al Mullins: In a manner of speaking. You see, your next-door neighbors are dealers in stolen gems.
Blanche: Those sweet people?
Al Mullins: I'm afraid so. And we have reason to believe they'll be making a major move sometime in the next 72 hours, so we'd like to set up shop here for a few days.
Blanche: Well, of course. You can both stay in my room.
Dorothy: Now, wait just a minute.
Blanche: All right, you can have the boy.