Spats Colombo.

All right, Spats.

Hiya, Spats.

No, Spats, no.

You too, Spats.

Spats, what are you doin' here?

No, Spats. Please, no.

OK, Spats. Report to the sergeant at arms.

All right, Spats, get your hands up.

See you at the banquet, Spats.

Are you auditioning for Grab Your Spats?

Well. Spats Colombo, if I ever saw one.

We'd never live to testify against Spats Colombo.

Spats Colombo. Delegate from Chicago. South Side Chapter.

Don't worry, Spats. One of these days we're gonna dig up those two guys.

Oh, come on, Spats. We know you own the joint. Mozarella's just frontin' for you.

Not that way. We don't wanna run into Spats and his chums.

Spats Colombo is looking for us in every male band in the country.