Jerry returns with the funnel, and Mr. Snooks pours the contents of the bowl into the two glass jars.
Snooks [holding up one jar admiringly]. The real thing.
Charlotte. It’s cloudy.
Snooks [reproachfully]. Cloudy? You call that cloudy? That isn’t cloudy. Why, it’s just as clear——
He holds it up and pretends to look through it. This is unquestionably a mere gesture, for the mixture is heavily opaque and not to be pierced by the human eye.
Charlotte [disregarding him and turning scornfully to Jerry]. I wouldn’t drink it if it was the last liquor in the world.
Snooks. Lady, if this was the last liquor in the world it wouldn’t be for sale.
Jerry [doubtfully]. It does look a little—cloudy.
Snooks. No-o-o—! Why you can see right through it. [He fills a glass and drinks it off.] Why, it just needs to be filtered. That’s just nervous matter.