Another night, another bar.

Carter: "Name's Carter."
Kitty: "Hello Carter."
Carter: "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't hang around in a shithole like this."
Kitty: "I bet you say that to all the female detectives who come around asking questions about a murder case."
Carter: "Yeah, you wouldn't believe how often that happens. Louie, a drink for the dame. White Russian?"
Kitty: "Sure. Hold the milk, and make it a double."
Carter: "You're just my kind of pussycat."