Luther Benson: So I gets back from the game and there's these two pi... uh, police officers waiting for me, saying something about a burglary. Man, I said they got to be jive'in. Oh excuse me, do you want one of these?
Ironside: No, I'll take a raincheck.
Luther Benson: Okay So, I let's 'em in and we searches every inch of this place, and I do mean every inch.
Ironside: And nothing was missing?
Luther Benson: No, I told the sergeant that before we started. I mean, who would want to rob me? I mean, just feast your eyes, Mr. Ironside, I mean I ain't exactly what anybody want to call rich you know. I mean it ain't always been like that, you dig, but I ain't got nothin'.
Ironside: Perhaps you might have had something that belonged to, uh, somebody else.
Luther Benson: Huh?
Ironside: Well, you could have had a lot of cash on hand if you were, oh, say, umm... say, a numbers runner.
Luther Benson: Oh, no ah, wait just a minute, hold it right there, Mr. Ironside, becuz ah... are you accusing me?
Ironside: No, I'm terribly terribly sorry, Mr. Benson, I was just letting my imagination run away with me.
Luther Benson: Um huh, that's exactly whatcha doing, your imagination was just running away witcha.
Ironside: I apologize.
Luther Benson: Hey, I accept your apology.
Ironside: Poker game, is it over now.
Luther Benson: Yep, it broke up when I left.
Ironside: Where was it?
Luther Benson: Now see, now there ya go again. I mean you asking me questions like I'm the criminal instead of the victim.
Ironside: But you're not a victim, you just said so.
Luther Benson: Well... yeah, well, I ain't either one.
Ironside: Would you mind just humoring me? Just to humor me, answer the question.
Luther Benson: What was the question?
Ironside: What was the question?
Luther Benson: Yeah.
Ironside: Where was the poker game?
Luther Benson: Oh yeah well it was at this cat's name Robbins, I don't know the number but he just lives down a couple of blocks. Queen Street, corner of Marsh.