Snooks. You needn’t got to think now, just ’cause I’m a hunerd per cent Irish Pole, that I ain’t goin’ to do the other guy a favor once in a while. An’ I got somep’m smooth for you. [He puts Jerry’s watch in his own pocket—the nerve of the man!]
Jerry. What is it?
Snooks [confidentially]. Islands.
Jerry. What islands?
Snooks. The Buzzard Islands.
Jerry looks blank.
Ain’t you neva hearda the Buzzard Islands?
Jerry [apologetically]. I never was any good at geography. I used to be pretty good in penmanship.
Snooks [in horror]. You ain’t neva hearda the Buzzard Islands?
Jerry. It’s sort of a disagreeable name.