Harold "Speedy" Swift: It smells like rain.
Traffic Cop: Say, you crazy nut - where did you learn to drive?
Harold "Speedy" Swift: I didn't. It's a gift.
Harold "Speedy" Swift: Mad dog! Mad dog.
Title Card: New York, where everybody is in such a hurry that they take Saturday's bath on Friday so they can do Monday's washing on Sunday.