Jerry [righteously]. He certainly deserved it.
A pause.
Snooks [after a moment’s brooding]. Well, I’ll fix this up for you now.
Charlotte [stiffly]. How much is it?
Snooks. This? Sixteen a gallon.
Jerry [eagerly]. See, that makes two gallons of the stuff, Charlotte, and that’s eight quarts, and eight quarts of the stuff makes sixteen quarts of cocktails. That’s enough to last us—oh, three years anyhow. Just think how nice it’ll be if anybody comes in. Just say: “Like a little cocktail?” “Sure.” “All right.” [He makes a noise to express orange squeezing.] Oranges! [A noise to express the cracking of ice.] Ice! [A noise to express the sound of a shaker.] Shaker! [He pours the imaginary compound into three imaginary glasses. Then he drinks off one of the imaginary glasses and pats his stomach.]
Charlotte [contemptuously]. Well, I think you’re a little crazy, if you ask me.
Snooks [taking off his hat and coat]. You got a big bowl?
Charlotte. No. Why didn’t you bring your own bowl?