MAYNARD: A most remarkable animal.
FELIX: (Taking off his dog mask, aside.) I'm going home.
HARVEY: (Aside, to FELIX.) Shut up or you'll spoil everything.
(FELIX makes a grab for MAYNARD'S leg.)
MAYNARD: Help! Help! Your dog is killing me.
HARVEY: Don't get frightened, Mr. Maynard, he is perfectly domesticated and will eat off your hand.
MAYNARD: Yes; he'll eat off my leg, too, if I'm not careful.
HARVEY: (To FELIX.) Lie down, Otto, lie down, I say. (Kicks FELIX, who lets go of MAYNARD'S leg.)
MAYNARD: (Going quickly out of harm's way, yet delighted.) Just the dog I want—a fine animal. I am sure with him around that Charlie Doolittle won't dare to show his face on the premises.
HARVEY: Better buy him while you have the chance.