The Young Man: Bath-tubs! Let’s see. Well, Agamemnon was stabbed in his bath-tub. And Charlotte Corday stabbed Marat in his bath-tub.
Julie: (Sighing) Way back there! Nothing new besides the sun, is there? Why only yesterday I picked up a musical-comedy score that must have been at least twenty years old; and there on the cover it said “The Shimmies of Normandy,” but shimmie was spelt the old way, with a “C.”
The Young Man: I loathe these modern dances. Oh, Lois, I wish I could see you. Come to the window.
(There is a loud bang in the water-pipe and suddenly the flow starts from the open taps. Julie turns them off quickly)
The Young Man: (Puzzled) What on earth was that?
Julie: (Ingeniously) I heard something, too.
The Young Man: Sounded like running water.
Julie: Didn’t it? Strange like it. As a matter of fact I was filling the gold-fish bowl.
The Young Man: (Still puzzled) What was that banging noise?
Julie: One of the fish snapping his golden jaws.