BOOTH
Yes; and many thanks. I'll do my best not to let you regret it.—-Only, in the old fairy tale, you know, it always ended with the—-the young man's marrying the—-the rich old geezer's daughter!
HENRY
(CHUCKLING) And I'm the rich old geezer, eh? Well, I mightn't 'a' been half as rich this minute if it wasn't for you!—-Heigho!
(SIZES UP BOOTH)
Now, I suppose my cantankerous daughter wouldn't have you,
Piercy; not if I said anything to her about it. But if she
would—-and you was willin'—-
(HELEN AND BOOTH EXCHANGE ELOQUENT GLANCES)
—-why, you're just about the feller I'd want her to have.
(HELEN DANCES A LITTLE SKIRT DANCE OF DELIGHT BETWEEN THE DOOR L AND THE SCREEN. THEN SHE DARTS INTO THE ADJOINING ROOM, BEING OBSERVED ONLY BY BOOTH)
BOOTH
(WITH SPONTANEITY)
Say, Boss, put her there again!