Jerry [wiping his brow]. Five millions.
Snooks. Sold! You get the Buzzard Islands and we get five million bucks and the State of Idaho.
Jerry. Got that down, Jones?
Snooks. On second thoughts——
Jerry [in a panic]. No, no, you can’t get out of it. It’s all down in black and white.
Snooks [resignedly]. Awright. I must say, Mr. President, you turned out to be a real man. When I first met you I wouldn’t have thought it, but I been pleasantly surprised.
He slaps Jerry heartily on the back. Jerry is so tickled at the solution of the Idaho problem that he feverishly seizes Snooks’s hand.
Snooks. And even if Irish Poland gets stung on the deal, we’ll put it through. Say, you and me ain’t politicians, fella, we’re statesmen, real statesmen. You ain’t got a cigarette about you, have you?
Jerry hands him his cigarette case. Snooks, after taking one, returns the case to his own pocket.