As Laura is sitting at the bar, her hair switches from back to front and the shaker on her left moves close to her elbow. When she stands up, both her hair and the shaker assume their initial positions.
Laura: Since when do Maltese cats carry guns?
Mildred: I'm Mildred Krebs. (pointing to Steele and Laura) I sort of keep these two out of trouble.
Laura: I think somebody is trying to steal the body nobody wants.
Steele: You know, Laura, if I didn't know better I'd say that you brought Mildred along to act as a buffer between us.
Laura: Mr Steele, the fact that we're on a balmy Mediterranean island, caressed by breezes, alone--except for an extra body or two--doesn't change things. Our relationship is strictly professional.
Steele: Oh, splendid. I just wanted to confirm the rules of the game, that's all.
Steele: (while running through the streets of Malta) Laura, do you know what we're doing? We're chasing a Maltese falcon!
Steele: The Third Man. Joseph Cotton, Orson Welles, London Films 1949.