Bartholomew:
[as Bartholomew suddenly comes in the door]
Bartholomew reports.
Nick Carter:
Look, will you scram?
Bartholomew:
Never! Your assistant goes where you go.
Nick Carter:
[In frustration]
Beeswax, didn't I tell you before I left New York that this was merely a pleasure jaunt?
Bartholomew:
Ah, but I never know when crime will rear its ugly kid.
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