 I'm a lucky fellow. I tell people that when they ask me about you, how lucky you are. Not a scratch, and you've knocked over three hoodlums. Four. I operated before I met you, Moyer. Four. My, my. Good-looking boy like you. It's the talk how hired killers don't come as pretty as you. Good night, Mr. Moyer. Good night, Cleo. You like it here in Miami, Johnny? Sure, I like it. Why shouldn't I like it? Oh, why shouldn't you like it here?