Coast. All right, go ahead. I'll come to your office to-morrow at nine. Listen—I ain't supposed, of course, to have anything to do with this—and when you get it, don't go giving my tip to other chumps.
Steven. Oh, no.
Coast. What you do is on your own responsibility?
Steven. Exactly, only you guarantee?
Coast. That you don't lose this time. [Looking
at his watch.] You'd better hurry.
Steven. Thank you, Sam.
[Shakes his hand.
Coast. Oh, that's all right. Say, I want to marry your sister. No objection on your part, is there?
Steven. Well, I should say not!