Jack [aside]: Six pairs of shoes and dad has promised me ten dollars a pair. Pretty good business, I’ll tell the world. [Aloud.] These come to twenty-three dollars and seventy cents, Mrs. O’Brien, but to encourage the raising of large families, I’ll just charge twenty-three, sixty-eight. Will you pay for them now or have them charged? [Gives her the shoes.]
Mrs. O’Brien [indignantly]: Pay, did yez say? And whoiver talked of payin’? Wuzun’t yez jist afther sayin’ yez wuz a socialist and yez belaved the rich should share with the poor and—
Jack: Yes, but—
Mrs. O’Brien [interrupts]: And ain’t yez rich and me as poor as Paddy’s pig afther they took it’s straw bed away? Niver a cint will Oi be afther payin’.— [Starts towards door R.]
Jack: Oh, but I didn’t mean that you could cart away the whole—
Mrs. O’Brien: Then yez should say phwat yez mane and mane phwat yez say. Oi wuz jist afther takin’ yez at yer worrud. [Opens door.]
Mr. Wilson [comes in quickly]: Just a minute, Mrs. O’Brien.
Mrs. O’Brien [drops bundles]: Howly Moses, and where be yez afther comin’ from?
Mr. Wilson [picks up shoes]: From the back of the store and Mrs. O’Brien, I’m very sorry, but you can’t have these shoes unless you pay cash for them.