Bart: Duke. Duke Delaney.
Nardi: It's Cosmo Nardi, Bart - connoisseur of fine arts, dealer in ancient masterpieces of the Renaissance. (nervous laugh) What brings you to San Francisco?
Bart: Well, I just followed the fog. My old pappy always told me that travel broadens the imagination.
Nardi: And keeps you one jump ahead of the police?
Bart: In your case, perhaps.
Nardi: Why I still remember that night in New Orleans when you passed yourself off as a French Consul to get invited to that private poker game in the Mayor's house.
Bart: That was the night I was forced into a duel to defend (adopts French accent) the honor and glory of the Republic, eh?
Nardi: I was your second.
Bart: And I ended up in jail.
Nardi: B-but I bailed you out with …
Bart: With twenty dollar bills that you were making in your place on Ramparts Street.