I just want to put you wise a few.

You don't need to try to pull off any of that sweet innocence stuff on me any more.

You're deep an' slick, but I've sized you up.

You made a monkey of the old man; you made him think like you're tryin' to make me think, that you're sacrificin' yourself.
"You soft-soaped him into smearin' a heap of mush into his letters to me.
It's likely you wrote them yourself.

An' you hoodwinked him into givin' you the money an' the idol so's you an' Taggart could divvy up after you put me out of the runnin'.