[To Mr. Posket.] You’ll look better after a glass or two of Pommery, Guv.
Mr. Posket.
No, no, Cis—now, no champagne.
Cis.
No champagne, not for my friend, Harvey Skinner! Come, Guv—dig me in the ribs—like this. [Digging him in the ribs.] Chuck!
Mr. Posket.
[Shrinking.] Oh, don’t!
Cis.
And say, Hey! Go on, Guv.