EEL: (Rising and coming R.) Yes, but supposing we can't get work?
And supposing we can't hold it after we do get it?
GOLDIE: If they go digging into our past, it'll be tough rowing. But there (caressing EEL.), don't let's worry till we come to the bridge. Wait until we get to Chicago. (Goes into bedroom and takes down coat which is hanging on door C.)
EEL: (Lies on couch L.) Have you got enough cale to carry us over there?
GOLDIE: (Brushing off coat at door C.) What?
EEL: I say, have you got enough money to hold us till we get to
Chi?
GOLDIE: (C. looking in surprise.) Why no, Billy, I ain't got no money.
EEL: (Surprised, slowly rising from couch to sitting position.)
What?
GOLDIE: I ain't got a cent. I thought you had the sugar.
EEL: Me?
GOLDIE: AIN'T you got no money neither?