Jerry [uncertainly]. There’s a nice big bowl in the kitchen.
Charlotte. All right. Go on and spoil all the kitchen things.
Jerry. I’ll wash it afterward.
Charlotte. Wash it? [She laughs contemptuously, implying that washing will do it no good then. Jerry, nevertheless, goes for the bowl. He feels pretty guilty by this time, but he’s going through with it now, even though he may never hear the last of it.]
Snooks [hollering after him]. Get a corkscrew, too. [He holds up the tin can to Charlotte.] Grain alcohol. [Charlotte’s lips curl in answer. He holds up a small bottle.] Spirits of Jupiter. One drop of this will smell up a whole house for a week. [He holds up a second bottle.] Oila Aniseed. Give it a flavor. Take the arsenic out. [He holds up a third bottle.] Oila Coreander.
Charlotte [sardonically]. Wouldn’t you like me to look in the medicine-chest and see if there’s something there you could use? Maybe you need some iodine. Or some of Dada’s ankle-strengthener.
Jerry comes in, laden.
Jerry. Here’s the bowl and the corkscrew.
Charlotte. You forgot the salt and pepper.
Amid great pounding the bootlegger breaks the corkscrew on the tin can. His exertions send him into a fit of coughing.