THE GIRL: (Bursting into laughter again.) And utterly foolish, I should judge. You are afraid to let me search your pockets.
THE FELLOW: Afraid? Who's afraid? Me afraid! Well, I'd be tickled to death to have you search my pockets. I dare you to search my pockets. I dare you—understand? (He faces her and throws up his hands over his head.)
THE GIRL: You dare me, do you? Well, I just won't take a dare.
I'll do it.
THE FELLOW: Go ahead and do it. I repeat, I dare you! If you doubt my word, prove to your satisfaction that I never lie. I dare you!
THE GIRL: (Leaning her parasol against bench, and stepping up to him in very business-like manner.) Very well, then. I accept your challenge. You can't bluff me out. I believe that ALL men lie when they talk to women, and I am under the impression that you are no exception. Keep your hands up in the air—promise?
THE FELLOW: I promise.
THE GIRL: This is the first time I've ever held up anybody, but here goes. (She searches his right-hand pocket.) I don't suppose you've ever been robbed before?
THE FELLOW: Oh, yes—I was once surrounded by a band of robbers.
THE GIRL: (Still searching.) Indeed! On a public highway?
THE FELLOW: (Still holding up his hands.) No, in a New York hotel cafe. They were the waiters.