Whit Morrison: How did you get in here?
Bat: You ought to send your boys to my club to learn the manly art of self-defense.
Isabel Fowler: Well, I didn't expect to see you again.
Bat: Your perfume reminded me to drop in.
Isabel Fowler: You know, you don't look like the kind of man that would pass up opportunity.
Bat: I'm usually listening when it knocks. Sometimes I knock myself.