PAUL: (Entering with DUDLEY.) Well, there are some beautiful girls in our new Persian home—has Phil brought our things from the boat? Phil! Phil! (Phil enters with all the luggage.)
PHIL: (Meekly.) Here I am, sir.—
PAUL: (As if brushing mosquitoes away.) Oh gee! these Persian mosquitoes! (Finally kills one on his own face.)
PHIL: (Hungrily.) When are we going to have lunch, sir?
PAUL: Well, there are several little things I want you to do first.
(Whacking him on one side of face.) Another mosquito.
PHIL: (Gratefully.) Oh, thank you, sir.
DUDLEY: Paul, you look as if you were mashed on that Madison girl—(Sees mosquito on PHIL's face.) Another mosquito. (Whacks him on other side of face.)
PHIL: Oh, thank you, sir—I have never seen such extreme kindness.
(Both whack him this time—one on each side of face.)
PAUL: Ho! Ho! Two of them this time.
PHIL: Probably twins.