Mr. Icky: A cashier? ...
Divine: (Hanging his head) I was cashiered.
Ulsa: What for?
Divine: (Almost inaudibly) I hid the polo balls one day for a joke.
Mr. Icky: Is your mind in good shape?
Divine: (Gloomily) Fair. After all what is brilliance? Merely the tact to sow when no one is looking and reap when every one is.
Mr. Icky: Be careful. ... I will not marry my daughter to an epigram....
Divine: (More gloomily) I assure you I’m a mere platitude. I often descend to the level of an innate idea.
Ulsa: (Dully) None of what you’re saying matters. I can’t marry a man who thinks it would be Jack. Why Frank would—
Divine: (Interrupting) Nonsense!