Jerry [with a wink]. Now she’s gone, better have a little drink.
Fish. No, thanks. I don’t use it any more. I used to use it a good deal out in Idaho, and then I quit.
A faint, almost imperceptible noise, as of a crowd far away, begins outside. Neither of the men seems to notice it, however.
Jerry. Get good liquor up there?
Fish. Well, around the shop we used to drink embalming fluid, but it got so it didn’t agree with me.
Jerry [focussing his eyes upon Fish, with some difficulty]. I shouldn’t think it would.
Fish. It’s all right for some fellas, but it doesn’t agree with me at all.
Jerry [suddenly]. How old are you?
Fish. Me? Twenty-five.
Jerry. Did you ever—did you ever have any ambition to be President?