Charlotte. I can’t stand this. When your—when he’s gone I’ll thank you to open the windows. [She goes out and up-stairs.]
Snooks [with a cynical laugh]. Your old lady’s a little sore on you, eh?
Jerry [bravely]. No. She doesn’t care what I do.
Snooks. You ought to give her a bat in the eye now and then. That’d fix her.
Jerry [shocked]. Oh, no; you oughtn’t to talk that way.
Snooks. Well, if you like ’em to step around.... Sixteen bucks, please.
Jerry searches his pockets.
Jerry [counting].—thirteen—fourteen—let’s see. I can borrow the ice-man’s money if I can find where—Just wait a minute, Mr. Snooks.
He goes out to the pantry. Almost immediately there are steps upon the stairs, and in a moment Dada, resplendent in a flowing white nightshirt, trembles into Mr. Snooks’s vision. For a moment Mr. Snooks is startled.
Dada [blinking]. I thought I smelled something burning.