Miss Godesby. Give it to me for cigarettes.
Warden. It's too long for cigarettes. Then I had something that's either a mouchoir or a handkerchief case, or for neckties, or shaving papers, or something or other.
Trotter. Yes, I know, I got one of those, too.
Dr. Steinhart. So did I!
Blanche. I must start the women; we are coming back here to arrange a surprise for you men.
[She nods her head in signal to Sterling, and rises. All rise.
Sterling. One moment please. One toast on Christmas night! Ned, give us a toast.
All the Women. [But not in unison.] Oh, yes! A toast! [Ad lib.]
Warden. [Holding up his glass.]
Here's to those whom we love!
And to those who love us!
And to those who love those whom we love
And to those who love those who love us!