O’Rourke. A dollar and twenty kopecks is all Oi have at prisint, sor, but Oi have a political pull that can be cashed at a moment’s notice.
Santa. Your health is good of course; your digestion unimpaired?
O’Rourke. And was yez spaking of moy digestion now? Begorra, jist connect me wid a shquare meal and Oi’ll show yez phwat Oi can do in that same line, so Oi will.
Santa. Such a foolish act as that would only serve to bankrupt our kingdom. But one more question I would ask; dost ever gamble, drink or smoke?
O’Rourke. Naythur av the former sor, but on accasions whin Oi would be quite shwell Oi shmoke a cigarette or two.
Santa. Ah, fiend! Away with him!
Omnes. Shameful, shameful! A crime deserving death!
(Amazons form a circle around O’Rourke
Mrs. C. (to Kitty) My daughter, see what a fate thy rash infatuation would have consigned thee to.
Kitty. I’ll save him yet and reform him. That is the mission of a pretty girl; to make at least one man better.