Jerry [anxiously]. Hadn’t you better measure it?
Snooks. I got my eye trained.
Charlotte. What’s that—arsenic?
Snooks. Distilled water, lady. If you use regular water it gets cloudy. You want it clear. [He pours in alcohol from the can.] Got a spoon?... Well, never mind. [He rolls up his sleeve and undoubtedly intends to plunge his whole arm into the mixture.]
Jerry [hastily]. Here! Wait a minute. No use—no use getting your hand wet. I’ll get you a spoon. [He goes after it.]
Charlotte [sarcastically]. Get one of the best silver ones.
Snooks. Naw. Any kind’ll do.
Jerry returns with one of the best silver spoons, which he hands to Mr. Snooks.
Charlotte. I might have known you would—you fool!
Mr. Snooks stirs the mixture—the spoon turns rust-colored—Charlotte gives a little cry.