Mr. Wilson: No, I can’t say that he does. He is just like his mother. [Exit Miss Firmrock.]
Jack [mops his brow]: Good lord, dad. If I have any more of this, I’ll be a stark, staring lunatic by tonight. [Shakes finger at him.] And I’ll never trust your old rules again. Look what that one did for me.
Mr. Wilson: But there’s an exception to every rule, and if you knew anything about feminine psychology, you would know at a glance that Miss Firmrock was the exception, the one out of a thousand.
Jack: Hang feminine psychology and feminine vanity and feminine feet and feminine everything else! A gents’ establishment for mine! [Brightens up.] But this last failure of mine has saved you a mighty lot of money and worry, dad.
Mr. Wilson: How do you make that out?
Jack: It has prevented you from having your car smashed to pieces and your son in the hospital. [Bell tinkles.] By jove, here’s another customer. This is a Jonah day for son Jack, all right.
Mr. Wilson: That’s a queer name to apply to a busy day.
Jack: Well, I’m having a whale of a time, aren’t I?
Exit Mr. Wilson, laughing, at door L. Enter Mrs. Atkins at door R.