You know, Frank, Mrs. Fairchild always locks her front door every night. All those people up that part of town do. (I.408)
Blowing out the lamp.
They’re all getting citified, that’s the trouble with them. They haven’t got nothing fit to burgle and everybody knows it. (I.399-400)
Millions have folla’d it, George, and you don’t want to be the first to fly in the face of custom. (II.121)