Doris [paying no attention to him]. What was her name?
Dada. Her name was Roxanna.
Doris. Where did she get hold of you?
Dada. My mother?
Doris. Your paramour.
Dada. She used to say to me: “Horatio——”
Doris. She probably used to say a lot more than that! Oh, I know how they handle old men like you. I’ve seen a lot of that. Slush is what appeals to old men like you.
Dada. No—I said courtesy.
Doris. You mean slush. What did she call you?—her old toodledums? And all that sort of thing? How perfectly disgusting!
Out comes Jerry now, just in time to catch Dada’s next remark, and to realize that there’s persecution in the air.