 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, 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? Miami, pretty palm trees, pretty ladies, pretty ponies.