Jack: Then it hasn’t turned grey?
Mr. Wilson [laughs]: It will take more than that to turn your head grey. But I thought you were going to put it all over the dears until they would be tumbling over each other to buy. Have I quoted you correctly?
Jack: That’s right, rub it in. But when I said that, I didn’t know that I had to be a politician and a feminine psychologist and—and an accomplished liar in order to sell a woman a pair of boots.
Mr. Wilson: Not a liar, son. Be careful what you call your respected parent.
Jack: Well, if what you have been doing all afternoon isn’t lying, I’d like to know what you’d call it.
Mr. Wilson: Diplomacy, my boy.
Jack: The same thing under a fancy name.
Mr. Wilson: Not at all. A lie is telling what is absolutely untrue, Diplomacy is—is—oh yes, it is a skillful juggling of the truth. [Bell tinkles.] Here comes your next triumph. I tell you what I’ll do, I’ll give you ten dollars for every pair of boots, shoes or slippers that you sell. [Exit door L.]
Jack: I guess he knows his money’s safe.