Jerry. He took all the money in the Treasury and destroyed it.
Snooks. What type of talk is that? You tryin’ to kid me?
Jerry. You see, he’s a very religious man, Honorable Snooks——
Snooks. You mean you ain’t got five million for me. [Jerry shakes his head.] Good night! This is a swell country. A bunch of Indian givers!
Jerry. There’s no use cursing at me, Honorable Snooks. I’m a broken man myself.
Snooks. Say, can the sob stuff an’ call up the Treasury. Get ’em to strike off a couple billion dollars more. You’re the President, ain’t you?
Cheering up a little, Jerry goes to the telephone.
Jerry. Give me the Treasury Department.... Say, this is President Frost speaking. I just wanted to ask you if you couldn’t strike off a little currency, see? About—about five million dollars, see? And if you didn’t know whose picture to put on ’em you could put my picture on ’em, see? I got a good picture I just had taken.... You can’t strike any off?... Well, I just asked you.... Well, I just thought I’d ask you.... Well, no harm done—I just asked you—it didn’t hurt to ask, did it? [He rings off despondently.] It didn’t hurt ’em to ask.
Snooks. Nothin’ doin’, eh?
In comes Mr. Jones.