Officer Hogan: What are you kids cookin' up now? Some way to rob a bank?
Frankie Warren: Go on! Whatta yuh talkin' about?
Frankie Warren: We ain't done nuthin'!
Officer Hogan: Oh, yeah? Whenever you and your gang get together, I smell trouble in the wind, and it comes down the street like a garbage wagon. Come on, break it up!
(the boys grumble but move)