Excuse me. That's mine. It's probably an obscene phone call. Oh dear!

Charley Varrick:

[runs over to busybody neighbour]
Hello Mrs. Taft Mrs. Taft:
Hell-ow! Charley Varrick:
You didn't see my wife did you? Mrs. Taft:
No I didn't see her all day today, but I'll keep my eye peeled! Charley Varrick:
Thank you. Very kind of you, Mrs Taft. Mrs. Taft:
Oh just common courtesy [chuckles] Mrs. Taft:
. Oh - you don't suppose she's run off do you? Charley Varrick:
No ma'am, I don't think so. Mrs. Taft:
Well you never can tell. There's mashers all round this place you know. They're after me all the time. Charley Varrick:
Yes ma'am Mrs. Taft:
Just don't get any ideas Charley Varrick:
No ma'am Mrs. Taft:
The milkman's the worst. I make him leave his yoghurt on the stoop, and I don't bring it in until after he's gone. Charley Varrick:
That's good thinking [telephone rings] Mrs. Taft:
Excuse me. That's mine. It's probably an obscene phone call. Oh dear! [Charley Varrick leaves]