"Becky."
"Aw, Julius, now we got the chance to rent for three months. Say we live them three months at the Wellington Hotel. Say it costs us a little more; everybody always says what a grand provider you are, Julius; let them say a little more, Julius."
"I—I ain't got the money, Becky, I tell you. For me to refuse what you want is like I stick a knife in my heart, but I got poor business, Becky."
"Maybe in the end, Julius, it's the cheapest thing we ever done."
"I can't afford it, Becky."
"For only three months we can go, Julius."
"I got notes, Becky, notes already twice extended. If I don't meet in March God knows where—"
"Ya, ya, Julius; all that talk I know by heart!"
"I ain't getting no younger neither, Becky. Hardly through the insurance examination I could get. I ain't so strong no more. When I get big worries I don't sleep so good. I ain't so well nights, Becky."
"Always the imagination sickness, Julius."