INSPECTOR: Well?
PERKINS: I suppose many a person has been railroaded through the
System?
INSPECTOR: (Rising angrily.) System! How dare you! What do you mean?
PERKINS: I—I—beg your pardon, Inspector, I—
BROOKY: (Rising from chair and coming down L. of PERKINS.)
I say, don't make a bally ass of yourself.
INSPECTOR: Don't ever let me hear you say that again. (Voices of
O'MARA and GOLDIE are heard off L.) (Enter GOLDIE, followed by
O'MARA. Door L.)
GOLDIE: (Jerking away from O'MARA.) Well, don't yank my arm off.
(Looking around room.) I know the way. (Starts R.)
O'MARA: (Following GOLDIE, catches her by the back of neck as she reaches C.) Don't give me any back talk or I'll yank your neck off.
INSPECTOR: O'Mara! let go your hold. Don't forget you're dealing with a woman. (O'MARA releases hold.)
GOLDIE: (Mockingly courteous.) Thanks, Inspector! What'll I send you for Christmas, a bunch of sweet forget-me-nots or a barrel of pickles?