PHONSIE: Dressuitcase, Alphonso Dressuitcase.
MOE REISS: Dressuitcase? And have you heavy shingle marks on your person, great blue welts?
PHONSIE: You bet I have, and my popper put them there, too.
MOE REISS: Why, it's my boy, Phonsie, my little Phonsie. Don't you know me? It's popper. (Slams him in face hard with open hand.)
PHONSIE: Well, your style is familiar, but you don't need to show off!
GLADYS: (Enters. Carrying Growler carefully.) Moe! Moe! My husband!
(Buries face in can.)
MOE REISS: Gladys! Gladys! My wife! (Takes can from GLADYS.)
PHONSIE: (Comes between them.) Here, I want to have my fever reduced. (Back to bed.)
GLADYS: Where have you been all these years, Moe?
MOE REISS: Just bumming around, just bumming around. When I deserted you and copped out Birdie Bedslatz, I went from bad to worse, from Jersey City to Hoboken. [1] When my senses returned, I was insane.