EEL: (Holding GOLDIE back.) Wait a minute, kid, till I strike a match.
GOLDIE: Oh, never mind, Billy, I don't need one. (Gropes her way C. and turns on light. EEL stays at door R. listening to hear if they are followed.) Home again! Gee! but that guy what said "ther ain't no place like home" must have travelled some.
EEL: (Turning around.) Yep! Gee, but this is some swell dump you got here, Kid!
GOLDIE: Ain't this classy?
(The EEL hurries into bedroom and then into kitchen as though looking for some one. GOLDIE follows him, but stops at kitchen door.) What are you looking for, the ice-box?
EEL: (Coming down to C. R. of GOLDIE.) No, it ain't that.
GOLDIE: What then, lookin' for a sleeper?
EEL: No telling what they're up to. You don't think they've given us our liberty, without a string to it, do you? They're Indian givers, they are.
(Starts for door R.)
GOLDIE: Gee, Billy! I hadn't thought of that. (Goes into bedroom and lights electric light L. of bedroom off C.)