In the Office of the Magistrate of the 14th Ward
Iggy pipes up, "Well, nae, ye know what the rotter be's a-lookin' fer, sae why dunye get wit Ol' Felderman and 'ave 'im dress the lot o' ye up like hoors so's ye can just prance around Clayfields until 'e finds you?"
The Patriarch is positively aghast.