At the Speaking-Tube.
Waiter. Una voce poco fa maccaroni! (At least, it sounds something like this. A little cupboard arrives by the lift containing a dish which the Waiter hastens to receive. The new arrival is apparently of a disappointing nature,—he returns it indignantly, and rushes back to tube.) La ci darem la mano curri rabbito Gorgonzola!
A Voice (from bottom of lift—argumentatively). Batti, batti; la donna é mobile risotto Milanaise.
Waiter (losing his temper). Altro! Sul campo della gloria vermicelli!
The Voice (ironically). Parla tele d'amor o cari fior mulligatawni?
Waiter (scathingly). Salve di mora casta e pura entrecote sauce piquante crême à l'orange cotelettes pommes sautés basta-presto!
[Corks up tube with the air of a man who has had the best of it.