ALGERNON: (To MOE REISS) (C.) Well, if you must know the truth, your wife loves me and was forcing her caresses upon me when you entered.
MOE REISS: It's true then, it's true?
PHONSIE: (Sits up.) No, popper, it's false, and I can prove it.
ALGERNON: The child is delirious from the heaves!
PHONSIE: I'll heave you out of here in a minute. Listen, popper, mommer's done the best she could. It ain't easy to nurse a dying child who is liable to croak at any moment. But she's done that, popper, she's often went without her dill pickle so I could have my spavin cure. She thought I might get well and strong and maybe get a job as a safe mover. But I've been so busy dying I couldn't go to work. (Shakes fist at ALGERNON.) Don't believe that man, popper; I'm dying, cross my heart if I ain't dying, so I couldn't tell a lie. (Back to bed.)
MOE REISS: Oh, my boy! My boy! (heart-brokenly.) (Hits PHONSIE.)
GLADYS: Dh, Moe Reiss, don't you believe him?
ALGERNON: (Left of C.) Of course not, he saw you with your arms around my neck.
MOE REISS: Yes, I saw it, I seen it.
BIRDIE: I can swear to it, if necessary.