Jerry. [He’s attempting to conciliate her.] No, no, Charlit. Listen. This gentleman here is going to make me some gin—very, very cheap.
Jerry. Yes, for cocktails.
Charlotte. For whose cocktails?
Jerry. For you and me.
Charlotte. Do you think I’d take one of the poison things?
Jerry [to Snooks]. They’re not poison, are they?
Snooks. Poison! Say, lady, I’d be croaked off long ago if they was. I’d be up wid de angels! This ain’t wood alcohol. This is grain alcohol. [He holds up the gallon can, on which is the following label]:
WOOD ALCOHOL!
POISON!
