Superintendant: It's strange. Girls like you are virtually prostitutes. Ever give it any thought? Jane Lagrange: [sitting on her bed in a nightgown while her apartment is being searched by the police] No. Superintendant: You should. It could blow up in your face. If the vice squad starts in after you - those boys mean business. You need to be covered. No pun intended. Jane Lagrange: And you want to cover me?|