Now, sergeant, let's sit down and have a drink and you can tell Lotta all about your attempts to capture Mr. Fowlfellow.

Orville:

I don't know if I should be talking to you, ma'am. A Pinkerton man has a code of silence he must adhere to.

Lotta:

I suppose you're right, but let's not waste good whiskey. Flora! Come on and tell me all about yourself. (Lotta grabs Orville and leads him over to the table. She has him sit down and then she starts to rub his shoulders, neck and head from behind.)

Orville:

I don't think you ought to do that, ma'am.