[Pleasently] 

"You're Bob Scanlon, aren't you?"  

"Shoe salesman from Frisco?" "You don't remember me, then?" "Steve Cronin, from Boston," 

"Used to sell shoes myself. Met you at the convention in Chicago, five years ago. Out of the game now. Been here in New York four years. Remember you, though. Good time we had out there."

"I can tell just where I've met a fellow and just when. Funny, isn't it, that I should happen to see you come walking in a restaurant this way?"

"I'm glad to see you again.  You told me you were staying here; but you probably forgot you mentioned it. I think I can help you make some sales. I'll only be with you a few minutes."

"Why argue here in the corridor?"

"I have my reasons. You can go along. I don't want to be bothered with you."

"You know what I want, Scanlon. I want the disk." 

 "The Chinese disk. The coin. You have it."

"You know what I'm asking for.  Be reasonable. I'll buy it. Name your price."