You’ll have to stop coughing. You’ll wake the people next door.
Snooks. You got a hairpin, lady?
Charlotte. No.
Snooks. Or a scissors?
Charlotte. No.
Snooks. Say, what kind of a house is this? [He finally manages to open the can.]
Snooks. [With some pride.] Grain alcohol. Costs me $6.00 a gallon. [To Charlotte.] Smell it.
She retreats from it hastily.
Charlotte. I can smell something horrible.
Snooks. That’s the spirits of Jupiter. I haven’t opened it yet. It rots a cork in ten days. [He fills the bowl with water from one jar.]