Simpson (going towards table and looking straight to his front). Yes, sir. (Goes on with his work.)
Jack (following behind and shouting). Haven’t I sent in my papers?
Simpson. Yes, sir.
Jack. Haven’t I sent in the money for your discharge?
Simpson. Yes, sir.
Jack. Didn’t I say that the Navy could go to the devil?
Simpson. Yes, sir.
Jack. And didn’t I say that I’d break your neck if I heard any more about it?
Simpson. Yes, sir.
Jack. And aren’t you satisfied with my terms?