Jerry. Something like that. [He winks at Doris.] And here’s a couple of post-cards. They’re sort of pretty ones. This one’s—the Union Station at Buffalo.
Fish. Let me see it.
Jerry. And this one says Xmas greetings. It’s four months late. [To Doris.] I guess these are for you.
Doris. No, they’re for my sister.
Jerry. Well, I haven’t read what’s written on the back. I never do. I hope it’s good news.
Doris [inspecting the backs]. No, they’re from an aunt or something. Anything else?
Jerry. Yes, here’s one more. I think it’s one of the neatest letters I’ve had this morning. Now, isn’t that a cute letter? I call that a cute letter. [He weighs it in his hand and smells it.] Smell it.
Doris. It does smell good. It’s a perfume ad.
Fish. Say, that sure does smell good.
Jerry. Well, I’ve done pretty well by you this morning. Maybe you got a letter for me.