Jerry [unaware of the nightshirt]. That’s my father. He’s a great authority on—oh, on the Bible and a whole lot of other things. He’s been doing nothing for twenty years but thinking out a lot of things—here’s the money. [Jerry gives him sixteen bucks.]
Snooks. Thanks. Well, I guess you’re all fixed. Drink a couple of these and then you’ll know what to say to your wife when she gets fresh.
Charlotte [from up-stairs]. Shut the door! I can smell that way up here!
Jerry hastily shuts the door leading up-stairs.
Snooks. Like any whiskey?
Jerry. I don’t believe so.
Snooks. Or some cream de menthy?
Jerry. No, I don’t believe so.
Snooks. How about some French vermuth?